Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Epsom Salt And Urine Smell

Tomorrow breathe, and little else.


Tuesday, September 28, 2010.
Today I stocked up on what it takes to not need to take a week away from home.
not go to malls, cinemas and bars that are open.
That for me not look like a holiday, it is not.
I perform these activities not usually occupy my time.

do not support unions by or against the government. I do it in full freedom of expression and conscience, but then one or another feather in the cap. And they convey even my children not to go to school, not because the classes are not going to perform normally, but in protest against the future, not too distant and uncertain, which awaits the Labor Reform. They will also strike.

Tomorrow the world will not know me.
tiptoe just to attend the demo in Plaça Universitat.
What else I can do?

At 23:55 h. Today, at the latest, I switching off the network.
And hopefully if you read this is not the Wednesday 29, the day of general strike.

until Thursday at the earliest.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

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two accents: Meeting of poets of Puerto Rico and Spain






September 30, Thursday.




LAIE In the library of Barcelona, \u200b\u200b(Pau Claris, 85) at 19 hours, reading poetry in two accents, a match between Barcelona and Puerto Rican poets.

addition of the interest aroused recital itself, for me has a special place where you will be as it was the first poetic LAIE Group headquarters in 2004 and I have great memories of those encounters.
Participants:



D. Moses August


Ms Janette Becerra





Ms. Mirna Estrella Pérez
D. Fortuny Cesc D. Roberto Carlos Gomez

D. Mónica González Caldeiro

Ms Inés González Bush

D. Latorre Elidio

D. Rafael Mammo

D. Eduardo Moga D.

Andrea Navarra Ordoño

Ms. Zuleika Pagán

Ms Marian Ramentol

Ms. Mayra Santos Febres

D. José Luis Vega

Moderator: Ms.. Carina Acosta Needless it should say you are all invited!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Replacement Towel Bar Ends

my belly is the best lubricant for the engine

(original photo source: The Glass Eye)

dreams to play this afternoon, yes, play yo-yo with suspended bans of watercolors that are still in the sky and that bold, eventually, as always, excommunicated.

In an oversight of my eyelids, red
has sat on the couch,
and made my navel
the best lubricant for the engine of melancholy. was naked from the waist down to let me see how the clouds are becoming the ugly mole that is the time when you play be an artist in the mouth of a scarecrow. And last but not least, sidewalks boomerang throwing their tongues at the foot of the girls while the air
delay the pupils to keep rhythm.

may be true what they announce the
parks pavilions and Penelope is ready to reinvent her womb at the precise moment
in which the soul is filled with impossible. Marian


Ramentol

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This poem belongs to the book
Duología
Poetics, which itself comprises two different books,
A Blues is not sufficient reason to die
, and I intend
Guerrilla Poems a sudden attack of God
attic.
poem "My belly is the best lubricant for the engine of melancholy"
belongs to the first, won the First Prize
national poetry
Antero Jiménez 2006, and was published by Editions Athens in 2008.




Monday, September 13, 2010

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MELANCHOLY LAVA OTHER SKIN IS TO BE SAD TO HAVE DECIDED TO LOOK


The Clessidra, biannual magazine Letteraria di cultura. Joker Edizioni. Poem published along with a set of ten poems that I wrote translated into Italian. what death will die my body? What celluloid pore sleep my delusions? Lava is another skin that has decided to be sad. crazed electrons afternoons want to escape the threshold of my failure trout chasing distracted with an eye patch believing the Milky Way assault angels of gray slow killers.
offer a sacrifice to do if the poems
die trying to do the vertical on the verses, filled with its epicenter die Lueg estrangulados de una por los triceps nuez Vendedora negra de Guias de botany.


Lava is another skin that has decided to be sad.



In what death he died on my body?


What celluloid pore fall asleep my delusions?



Lava is another skin that has decided to be sad.



Afternoons electron crazy


want to escape to the Roof of my failure


hunting trout distracted

that with a poultice eye

assaltino the Milky Way believing that angels
slow extermination of the gray.

Why offer a sacrifice
if the poems
die trying to do on the vertical lines,
fill the epicenter of abdominal voluptuous
and shimmer from six in the morning
to die then strangled
the triceps of a black walnut
selling guides in botany.


La traducción has corrido a cargo de la colaboración de author with the Albert Lázaro Tinaut, editor y traductor, and supervision of Pietro Dini, Dr. hc of the University of Vilnius (2006) and member of the Latvian Academy of Sciences (2004) and the Academy of Sciences of Lithuania (2007) -------
In the version ---------------------------------------------- Castilian original, the poem was published in the portal
Elective Affinities, directed by Agustín Calvo Galán.
and Algarrobo
magazine (November 2008).

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Read Naruto Doujinshi English

hung out to dry



website this picture: milth.multiply.com

pain is the law of gravity LR
soul.
My flesh tells me that in one of my corners
opens a crack and for her talk of vampires, bandages certainty, that little girl still in my so broken that serve as insulation for the time my mother's profile in the mirror, the eyelids of a cloud, and occasional oil and water phantom.
to be balanced smile that cut arterial no bridges or floats, without chords on the wound, no kiss
where the fence can be written and
comes from deep inside. That
catchall life takes a day even if second hand

beats are manual and eyes too light to play hide
the only ones able to make you turn up the body to the head.

With an eye to dry
see a reflection in the wall, as I licked lick
afternoon
many times and I still wear the dream,
the last, that I named. -------------------------------------------------
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Poem poems belonging to
With my name on the bed bent
, won the national award

Chords (Espiel). 2010.