User:Maria Camacho

ATTENTION ALL THE WORLD

Anyone out there

Interested in my philosophy

Please send an S.O.S

You can share my ideas

In my cool site

Dedicated to man’s

Evolution

Into an alter ego

Altogether with immortalism

And my hate of death

In an ever more dangerous world

Of wars without a cause

And leaders driven by theocratic feelings

Lusting for blood

In the midst of despair

AMEN



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Imagine a frozen Jesus Christ

Lying in a tank

While we all pray to him

For our sins

Frozen Jesus lives forever

Like a real God ever does

But he’s the coolest king

Of creation and all

The pope kneels in front of our saviour

Who looks at him

From his cool container

Amidst the frost

Frozen Jesus reigns from cryonics heaven

Full of vitrification liquid

Ready to come back on Judgment day

And expiate our sins

From his future kingdom

Achieved with the highest technology

Of the far away future

Doing justice to our saviour

Praise our frozen Lord

Let’s hope his future realm

Brings peace and harmony

To our imaginary world





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=================================== EL RANCHO DE MI HERMANO

Mi hermano, el medico,

Elemental sencillo,

Se compro en Coconucos un rancho de ilusion

Esta parado sobre un temblor de guaduas,

En el blancor estraño que solo da la cal

Su puerta y sus ventanas por las que apenas cabe la luz de la mañana,

Las vigila en silencio

Un cerro majestuoso

Que se quedo parado cuando paso corriendo

La cordillera immensa

Huyendole al diluvio y a la mano de Dios

El rancho de mi hermano,

Elemental, sencillo

Como su corazon

Se rie de los palacios porque se siente rico

De frisos y cornisas

Cuando cada mañana lo dora con sus rayos la plenitud del sol...

MY BROTHER'S RANCH

My brother the doctor

Elemental and simple,

He bought in Coconucos a ranch of illusions

Built on bamboos,

It is white as chalk

While the morning light

Comes through its door and windows

It is looked after by a magestic hill,

Left standing when the immense mountains

Ran away from the deluge and the hand of God

My brother's ranch

Elemental and simple like his heart

Is full of corners and flowers

Tanned by the sun and age

Rich and full of enchantment



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Ismael Camacho Arango- A life
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I’m sharing with you the life of a clever, funny and gifted writer, a man who could talk about any topic and knew everything. A father that I miss and wished he could have been preserved for eternity.

A quiet province in the north of Colombia at the beginning of the twentieth century, Santander del Sur had been rocked a few times by the wars between the liberales and the conservadores.

It had been spared the destruction of other towns in the region subject to the tantrums of local politicians, who had dreamed of a grand Colombia.

In a village called Lebrija, an hour away from Bucaramanga, a young woman (Josefina Camacho) went in labour. She already had two other children and had lost a few others at birth.

Little Horacio Camacho was five years old and his sister Lijia, two years old as they waited with their father in the lounge.

After pushing for the last time, Josefina delivered a rose faced child into the world.

Shots of the rebels echoed nearby while the household waited in silence and even the baby had gone quiet.

The sound of footsteps resounded in the street, leaving the place in silence as the troops chased whoever had made trouble.

After cleaning the child, the midwife placed him next to his mother. As the baby cried, the children went in the room and admired the new addition to the family, while the midwife cut the umbilical cord.

Having lost another baby the year before, Josefina felt nervous about the child and the midwife wanted to make sure everything would be fine this time.

The father stroked the baby's hair as the children admired his rosy face. Then he led them to the kitchen, where they had their lunch.

The children wanted to know how the baby had come in the world and if he would live with them.

That evening little Ismael slept in a small cot by his mother’s side. The sound of cockerels singing, woke them up next morning. As the baby cried, his mother put him to her breast.

Ignoring the rebels making trouble, his brother and sister watched the child, sleeping by their mother’s side.

Time went past and Jose Ismael grew into a chubby child with golden curls, who liked to play in the countryside around his home.

He pulled his cars along the grass and hid his sister's dolls under the bushes.

After going to bed one night complaining of pain in his arm, their father didn't wake up the next morning.

Jose Ismael was five years old while Ligia and Horacio were six and eight years old.

The children couldn't understand death at that age and they thought father would come back later.

Life had shattered for the young woman, left alone with her three children. She had to do something to give them a better life.

Travelling on the back of mules, they went to find some of her family living in another town. That journey across the mountains must have been exciting for a five year old boy.

The country didn’t have many roads during the ninety thirties. They had to trek through the cordillera, looking for another life.

Little Horacio recalled the slow pace of the mules by the edge of precipices and ravines.

A friend, who had come with them, built the tents where they slept that night amidst the wind and the crickets.

The children collected flowers growing alongside the grass, while playing next morning. The weather turned cold and they felt tired but they had to go.

After the children had climbed on the mules they resumed their trek through the mountains full of fog and dangers.

An immense kaleidoscope of rivers, hills and ravines, made up the countryside in the central cordillera of the Andes where the Chibchas had lived before the conquest.

Having left the province of Santander, the mountains had given way to pastures. Cows and goats ate the long grass, as an eagle circled above them, looking for pray as nature rejoiced in life.

The church steeple against a cloudy horizon, welcomed them, as they neared Choconta. Sensing the end of their journey, the mules trotted towards the houses at the edge of town.

Josefina with little Ismael were the first ones to enter the town, people looked at them from their houses while dogs barked.

"Where’s the church?” she asked a man.

He took them along the high street and up to the church, the sound of people singing spilling out into streets.

Helping her children to dismount the donkeys, Josefina led them inside the building, as a little man talked of God's grace in front of the congregation.

He paused for a minute as the new arrivals sat down, before resuming his sermon.

Waiting for the sermon to finish, Josefina hoped the children would be quiet, even if they felt tired after the journey.

Then the congregation sang again, their voices echoing around the church, while the priest put his bible away.

Blessing the congregation, he got ready to kleave the church, before noticing the beautiful woman sitting in the first row.

Smiling, he took his gown off, before leaving through the door.

"We'll see him in a minute," Josefina told the children. Leaving the church, they went to the house next door, where the housekeeper greeted them. "The children have grown a lot," she said.

Appearing at the door, Uncle Antonio had taken his gown off, his white collar visible under his shirt.

“I was expecting you,” he said. "How was your journey?"

As a catholic priest, Uncle Antonio believed in the value of his family amongst the kingdom of God.

They had lunch in the refectory, after the maid had taken their luggage to the room upstairs, and the man accompanying the family to Choconta, went back to Lebrija in Santander.

Tired after the long journey, Josefina and the children went to sleep later, and they met Uncle Felipe next day.

Having taken their religious vows at the same time, the brothers shared the responsabilities with the congregation.

They promised to help the young widow while teaching the children all about religion and the bible.

My father was 14 years old when the second war world started. After reading everything about the conflict, he liked going to the movies to see the films of the time.

A clever boy, he did well in the school and had inherited his mother’s blond hair and fair skin.

His sister Ligia and his brother Horacio looked more like their father.

Jose Ismael finished school and studied medicine at the Universidad Nacional of Bogota. He got his degree in medicine and married his second cousin, Cecilia Mogollon, on the 14 of February 1952.



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 * Book Title:	Siete minutos.
 * Pub Year:	1971
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 * Edition:	First
 * Publisher:	Tercer Mundo
 * Place of Publication:	Bogota
 * Publisher:	Tercer Mundo
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============================ Doctor Ismael camacho Arango was born in Lebrija, Colombia in 1926. He got his degree of medicine in the universidad nacional de Bogota in 1952. His literary career started when he won a short story competition in 1967. He wrote his book siete minutos in 1971. The novel is a future vision of our industrialist society and of the citizens who only think of having money. The day will come when people will only worry about themselves. Laugh and cry with the characters and adventures the author describes in this book full of morbid humour, where he was the master. Dr. Ismael Camacho died in Palmira, Colombia in 1995. http://www.network54.com/Forum/588293/

Siete minutos. por Ismael Camacho Arango Tipo: Libro/Texto : Ficción/prosa narrativa Editorial: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Agregado 2008-01-26 06:43 Mi nota: 7 [siete] minutos. por Ismael Camacho Arango Tipo: Libro/Texto Editorial: [Bogotá] : [Tercer Mundo, 1971]

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Ismael Camacho Arango


Doctor Ismael camacho Arango was born in Lebrija, Colombia in 1926. He got his degree of medicine in the universidad nacional de Bogota in 1952.

His literary career started when he won a short story competition in 1967. He wrote his book siete minutos in 1971.

The novel is a future vision of our industrialist society and of the citizens who only think of having money. The day will come when people will only worry about themselves.

Laugh and cry with the characters and adventures the author describes in this book full of morbid humour, where he was the master.

Dr. Ismael Camacho died in Palmira, Colombia in 1995.



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'''These are three chapters of Armageddon by Ismael Camacho Arango '''

WELCOME TO ARMAGEDDON

On that particular day, the news travelled fast everywhere. I had just got dressed, when the radio program was interrupted. Someone said: “Attention! Attention! Extra! Extra!!! Extra!!!”

I thought they wanted to sell soap for washing clothes.

“…northern lights in all regions, including the tropics. Several observatories around the world have tried to explain the phenomenon as a dense fog has descended over the earth, and the seas have receded. We’ll keep you informed of any more developments.”

Wondering about the northern lights, I heard some more news while cutting my sausages. A plane had fallen down in the sea and a coach full of football fans had crashed in the mountains. The maid appeared by my side, looking worried.

“You must see this,” she said.

On opening a window, I noticed dense fog in the street. The neighbouring houses had disappeared, while shadows moved within the clouds like lost angels, and cars drove slowly in the whiteness enveloping the world.

I had not paid much attention to the news that morning, but as the maid went back to her duties I listened to the radio again.

I would look for the northern lights in the internet before I left for my job, if the fog had cleared.

The local television station had been put together with the national radio as the world had never seen anything like that. Switching on the TV, I saw the presenter in a studio full of people.

“We bring you information about the rare things happening to the world,” he said. “Fog has invaded the country, and airplanes have been declared in emergency. We don’t know what has happened to them.”

I saw total chaos everywhere, as motorists crashed with each other in the harsh conditions, and then I noticed lights amidst the clouds.

I had forgotten all about my breakfast as I heard the news again. The White House had declared the USA in state of emergency and rumours circulated that a terrorist had planned the whole thing.

As I saw the lamp in the lounge moving, I thought something had to be wrong but the presenter kept on talking about lights in the sky.

I might have a perfect excuse to stay at home.

“Attention,” the presenter said. “We have just had a small tremor. Attention!”

As I left my chair, I had to hold the table to keep my stability. It had to be trembling again.

After I managed to go outside, I heard people screaming, clouds of dust rising in the air.



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As the floor moved, I stumbled out of the room, tripping on a cord and landing on my face.

I can’t recall those intense moments when I cried for my life amidst the cataclysm.

Cracks appeared on the floor while the earth shook, but then the earthquake stopped, leaving everything in silence.

Struggling to my feet, I saw a city reduced to dust.

The screams dying out, my feet faltered on the mud. As my nose bled, I saw the radio on the floor.

It must have fallen there when I ran outside, fearing for my life.

On switching it on, I heard only static, the noise joining the anarchy around me.

Full of mud, people wandered the streets like zombies, as I tried to ask someone what had happened.

“It’s the end of the world,” one of the maids said. “Look at the sky.”

Shining above me, the northern lights stretched amidst the clouds.

The woman had gone away as I looked down again, leaving me alone with my fate.

Blood stained my clothes, my left arm hurt and I felt confused.

I shut my eyes, wishing to appear in my bed where a new day would greet my senses, but the noise of people running and screaming brought me back to reality.

A naked woman ran by my side, sagging breasts full of dirt, tears staining her face.

“I must find my baby,” she said.

Dirty and wounded, people didn’t know where to go or what to do to stop the tragedy.

Children cried for their mothers lost amongst the ruins of the city full of grief, where no one knew anything.

As I tried to find some shelter, a man played a drum in a corner, the music calming my fears and emotions.

“Pray to the Lord,” he said.

“It’s no use.”

Ra- ta tam his drum went on singing to the the world.

Feeling dizzy, I sat on a boulder with the radio in my hands, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. A voice interrupted my reverie.

“Here H.K.5 A.C.1….H.K.5 A.C.1…Attention! Attention! A terrible earthquake has destroyed most of the city of Palmira. Attention! We must mobilize all the help available: firemen, police, the army, doctors and nurses. Attention! This is an urgent call…

“Hello! Hello! We’ve received your message H.K.5. A.C.1. Here is H.K.9. D.G.U. here, H.K.9 D.G.U. The quake has destroyed most of the city of Cali and we are the only human beings left around here. Attention! We ask everybody to help the cities of Cali and Palmira….

“Attention! Attention! This is voice Bogotá. We are using the equipment we managed to salvage from the tragedy. Attention all the country. The capital has been destroyed by an earthquake. Attention! I repeat. Bogotá has been destroyed by a quake and we need urgent help.”

I listened to requests for help from all parts of the country while people moved in a trance.

Another woman went past me with a dead child in her arms, leaving a trace of blood on the floor.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

Ignoring me, she hurried to the nearest makeshift hospital where they might save her child.

I never thought this would happen as I ate my breakfast in the morning, when I had other worries in the world.

Our lives had been transformed in a few hours of death and desperation.

Then I heard the voice in the radio, giving me the latest news.

“The sea has flooded most of the ports of the world,” the presenter said. “The map of the continents has changed after the tragedy. New York, Tokyo, London and many other cities have disappeared, leaving an angry sea battering the coasts.”



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PANIC IN THE STREETS == People moving between the cameras, as everyone talks at the same time, and a man with big glasses looks at the screen in front of him. One of his colleagues appears with a notebook.

“The sun is having hiccups,” he says.

Pushing back invisible strands of hair, Antonio studies the graphics where a sun full of flares looks at them from the darkness of space. He listens to his headphones for a few moments.

“It’s time for the news,” he says.

As Antonio sits in front of the cameras, the studio lights up ready for an audience hungry for news. “Good morning,” he says. “Our sun seems to have more energy that its size requires, causing the fog and the lights in the sky we have seen this morning.”

The camera shows a row of cars lining the road and disappearing amidst the fog, as a few people argue with each other in the rain. A fight starts between two men by a small blue car, but after punching each other a few times, they go back to their vehicles with sore faces.

“It is raining in Bogotá,” Antonio says. “Attention! An electric storm has developed over the city, with rain and hale.”

The camera cuts to the lights dancing amidst the fog as hail falls over the city. Moving through the blanket of mist, people try to get away from the sea, while a picture of the sun fills the screen, large flares shooting out into space. Antonio’s voice interrupts the drama.

“Attention,” he says. “Mount Palomar has photographed the eruptions taking place within the sun.”

More images of the sun adorn the screen, flames reaching towards the planets threatening to finish with the solar system. The camera cuts back to the reporter standing in the road, where the cars have started to move.

“It is still raining,” he says. “But we’re driving away now.”

The cars move down the road, thunder echoing around them, as the fog gives an air of unreality to the scene. A few people dance in the back of a truck oblivious to all the problems in the world. The camera cuts to Antonio reading the news.

“Similar things have been reported all over the continent,” he says. It’s five o’clock in the morning in Hawaii, where the auroras have been a beautiful spectacle. We can’t waist any time with commercials. We’re making contact with radio Barranquilla. Attention!"

A thin man appears in a studio filled with people and confusion. “This is Barranquilla, transmitting for the national television. We have seen terrible things amidst the fog, as trucks and buses full of people wait for the traffic to move. We ask everyone to be calm.”

The camera cuts to another studio, where a man sits by a picture of the sun and a table full of books.

“This is central station in Barranquilla,” he says. “Everyone wants to go away from the sea.”

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== Camacho Arango, Ismael.

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Works:	'''2 works in 2 publications in 1 language and 28 library holdings Classifications:	pq8180.13.a565, 863 Publication Timeline''' 1970|	|1980 Key Publications about Ismael Camacho Arango Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1970-1970 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1971-1971 2 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1972-1972 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1973-1973 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1974-1974 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1975-1975 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1976-1976 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1977-1977 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1978-1978 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1979-1979 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango 1980-1980 0 Publications by Ismael Camacho Arango Most widely held works by Ismael Camacho Arango Siete minutos by Ismael Camacho Arango( Book ) 1 edition published in 1971 in Spanish and held by 27 libraries worldwide 7 [siete] minutos by Ismael Camacho Arango( Book ) 1 edition published in 1971 in Spanish and held by 1 library worldwide Useful Links == Library of Congress Authority File (English)

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Arizona State University
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos; novela. Publisher 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION 	CALL # 	STATUS STORAGE STACKS 	 PQ8180.13.A565 S5       	  SHELF Descript 	273 p. ; 21 cm.

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San Diego University
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael Title 	Siete minutos Publisher 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION 	CALL # 	STATUS 4th Floor Books 	 PQ8180.13.A565 S5      	  NOT CHECKD OUT Descript'n 	273 p. ; 21 cm

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University of Illinois at Urbana- Champaign
Author: 	 Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos; [novela] Published: 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Description: 	273 p. ; 21 cm. Subject (Other): 	Spanish, Books in. Institution: 	University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library Location: 	Main Stacks Call Number: 	869.7 C146S Copy: 	1 Status: 	Available

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Florida International university
Siete minutos. Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Published: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] book book Green Library General Collection	PQ8180.13.A565 S54 1971 Available divider

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Washington University Libraries
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael Title 	Siete minutos Published 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description 	273 p. ; 21 cm LOCATION 	CALL # 	STATUS WestC General Stacks 	 PQ8180.13 A565 S5      	  NOT CHECKD OUT OCLC # 	2056469

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The University of Iowa
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1 		Book format icon [ Display full record ] [ Display Availability ] Author	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos; [novela. Published	Bogotá, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Format 	Book Location	Main Library PQ8180.13.A565 S5 Availability 	Check shelf or Request delivery

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University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee Libraries
Primary Author(s): 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos. Publication: 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description: 	Book 273 p. ; 21 cm. Database: 	University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee Libraries Location: 	Stacks (Floor Key: A-L,P 3rd / M-N,Q-R 2nd / S-Z Lower) Call Number: 	PQ8180.13 .A556x S5 Status: 	No information available

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University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos. Imprint 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Persistent link to this record

Location 	Call Number 	Volume/Copy 	Note 	Status Davis Library 	 PQ8180.13.A565 S5 	    	  	  AVAILABLE Persistent link to this record

Description 	273 p. ; 21 cm. WorldCat no. 	2056469 Description 	273 p. ; 21 cm. WorldCat no. 	2056469

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Washington State University Libraries
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos. Imprint 	Bogota, Tercer Mundo, 1971. LOCATION 	CALL NUMBER 	STATUS WSU Holland & Terrell 	 PQ8180.13.A565 S5      	  ON SHELF Description 	273 p. Misc no 	WSU000253595

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McGill University 	Montreal
Type 	Author 	Title 	Year 	Call Number Library Holdings 	(Copies Owned/Out) 1 		Camacho Arango, Ismael. 	Siete minutos / 	1971 	PQ8180.13 A565 S5 [Regular Loan] Humanities and Social Sciences McLennan Bldg

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University of California, Riverside
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos. [novela. Publisher 	Bogotá : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Call # 	PQ8180.13.A56 S5 Description 	273 p. ; 21 cm. OCLC/BIB # 	2056469

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University of California, Santa Barbara
Material type   	    Author  	Link Camacho Arango, Ismael Title  	Link Siete minutos; [novela. Published  	Bogotá, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description  	273 p. 21 cm. Call Number   	Special Collections PQ8180.13.A565 S5 Sys. no.  	001001702

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San Diego State University Library
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael Title 	Siete minutos Publisher 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION 	CALL # 	STATUS 4th Floor Books 	 PQ8180.13.A565 S5      	  NOT CHECKD OUT

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Stanford University Libraries
Siete minutos Camacho Arango, Ismael. Mark Jump to call number/location/availability Author: 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos. Imprint: 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Description: 	273 p. ; 21 cm.

Catkey: 2013327 Call Number, Location, and Availability Off-campus [SAL3] [Nearby items on shelf] Copy 	Holds 	Status PQ8180.13.A565 S5 	1 	 	-- Request this item [with [SUNetID]] or [without SUNetID]

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The University of Memphis Library
Title :  	Siete minutos; [novela. Author : 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Call Number : 	X Publisher : 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Subject Heading(s) : 	Spanish, Books in. Description : 	273 p. ; 21 cm. DBCN : 	AAP-0891 Holdings :

Location 	Call Number 	Volume 	Material 	Status MCWHERTER LIBRARY 	PQ8180.13.A565 S5  	  	BOOK   	Available

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University of Wisconsin- Madison
Author: 	 Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos. Publisher: 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description: 	273 p. ; 21 cm. OCLC: 	(OCoLC)02056469 Location: 	Memorial Library Stacks Regular Size Shelving ___ 	Where is this Location? Catalog: 	UW Madison Call Number: 	PQ8180.13 A565 S5 Copy Number: 	1 Status: 	Not Checked Out

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Southern Illinois University
Author: 	 Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos; [novela] Published: 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Subject (Other): 	Spanish, Books in. Institution: 	Morris Library - SIUC Location: 	Dewey Books, McLafferty Annex Call Number: 	868.9936 C1724S Copy: 	1 Status: 	Available

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Vanderbilt University Library
Siete minutos; [novela Camacho Arango, Ismael.

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Author: 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: 	Siete minutos; [novela. Publication info: 	Bogota, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical details: 	273 p. 21 cm.

Call number, Holdings, and Location CENTRAL LIBRARY  	Material 	Location PQ8180.13.A565 S5 	BOOK 	ANNEX

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University of Toronto Libraries
Siete minutos; [novela.] Camacho Arango, Ismael Tercer Mundo] [1971] 273p. Request item >> UTL at Downsview 	Copies 	Type 	Location PQ8180.13 .A565 S5 	1 	Book 	Item may be requested

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The University of Arizona Library
LOCATION	Main Library Call # 	PQ8180.13.A563 S5 Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos. Location 	CALL NO. 	STATUS Main Library 	 PQ8180.13.A563 S5      	  IN LIBRARY Publisher 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description 	273 p. ; 21 cm.

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Harvard University- Hollies Catalogue
Author : 	 Link Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title : 	Link Siete minutos. Published : 	[Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Locations/Orders : 	Availability Location : 	WidenerLibrary Info SAL 5548.53.100 Holdings  Availability Description : 	273 p. ; 21 cm. HOLLIS Number : 	004306100

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University of Massachusetts Amherst
Format 	 Book Author 	Link Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Link Siete minutos. Publisher 	[Bogotá : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Descrip. 273 p. ; 21 cm. Note(s) 	Novel. Owned By 	UM Du Bois LibraryLibrary Info

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Carleton University Library
Author 	Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title 	Siete minutos. Publisher 	Bogota, Tercer Mundo., 1971. LOCATION 	CALL # 	STATUS Floor 3 	 PQ8180.13.A63S5      	  IN LIBRARY Description 	1 v. Local Notes 	1027165401

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El Colegio De Mexico. Distrito Federal
No. sistema  	  000230136

DISPONIBILIDAD 	PISO1 Clasificación 	C863.4 C1721s Autor 	Camacho Arango, Ismael Título 	7 [siete] minutos Lugar 	[Bogotá] Editorial 	[Tercer Mundo] Año 	[1971] Descripción física 	273 p. ; 20 cm.

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