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.:: Curse of the High Heaven::. .:::.

curse the high heavens
star with his reflection
curse tiles
Rill Flashes
curse of low soil
The stone with its outline Damn
oven fire
For my soul is in mourning
curse statutes
time with their hot flashes
much will my pain.

curse the mountains of the Andes and coast
Mr curse the narrow
long strip of land and
also peace and war
The fickle French and curse
perfume him
Because my desire is dead
curse all
true and the false with the dubious
much will my pain.

spring curse
With its flower gardens and
autumn color I
really curse
In passing cloud
The curse so much and so
Because I attend a bankruptcy
curse the whole winter
liar With summer curse
profane and holy
much will my pain.

Damn the solitary figure

flag any emblem curse
Araucaria's venus and
The chirping of the Canary
the cosmos and its planets
Earth and all its cracks
For though I am suffering a curse
the broad sea
Its ports and coves
much will my pain.

curse moon and landscape
The valleys and deserts
dead as dead I curse
And the king live
page Al bird plumage
I curse contention
classrooms, sacrsitias
Because pain afflicts me
curse the word love
With all his crap
much will my pain.

the white curse finally
The black with yellow
Bishops and acolytes
Ministers and preachers
I curse crying
the free and the prisoner
Sweet and quarrelsome
I put my curse
In Greek and English
Because of a treacherous
much will my pain.

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will I come

last Drinking

my staggered

my tongue ragged

that does not mean a damn

that barks my mouth

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..:: Purple:: ..

not, weeks I've been listening to it non stop, I stop the hairs with some of his interpretations . good in the end, everything comes with the name of Violeta Parra. Arto
to say, but not wanting to write
leave the song lyrics is tremendous

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anxiety meditates a star high voice, groans and shakes
like a lion
as wanting to escape.
Where does your horse with such brilliance
overwhelming?

seems fake the glow that emerges from his being.
comes from the kingdom of Satan, all his blood
answered
burns the tree of love, let
ashes to happen.

Prisoner will
pleasure and servant of vanity, seeking
light of truth, but lying is
at his feet. Gloria

network tends stubborn and imprisons her heart,
in the silence of your voice to be drowning
unintentionally.
The limelight has dazzled
artificial reason,
give your hand, my sun,
in the awful darkness.

do you sing. I say, it fails
respond
is useless without the honey bee,
vain without reaper sickle. Is money
some light
eye not see? Thirty

pence and a cross echo Israel responds.
Where does your lying
and where to start your truth?
joke appears your glance,
crying like your laugh.

And his conscience finally said
sing him a man in his pain,
in their misery and sweat
and its reason to exist.
When the depths of his being so understanding
spoke
new wine will
sweetened the bitterness of gall. Today is her singing
a hoe
that opens furrows in living,
to justice at its root
and streams of his voice.

In his divine light compression stemmed from the singer.

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.:: Amargo Café:: ..

I feel I order a coffee.

look at you, start talking

while my mouth trying to hide my lips, engulfing them.

Without saying anything our eyes closed a pact not to be over his eyes,

My hands, not to touch or caress your body , your face niñamujer

My mind sends signals to blank everything out my visors,

My lungs begin to expand to bursting,

My ears are closed and begin to hear a Beatles song

My tongue, want to go out and play your own ...

My feet want to run away, away ...

But my heart is to give the last kiss ...

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..:: I do not know:: ..

My ipod I are best friends and I hardly took off from him, it seems that I knew when melancholy is reaching a point emptied almost takes it all appears random with a new song I stabilize

know, I have no talent for writing my dyslexia got me on the verge of retirement but here I am writing thinking thinking ... there are nights that the truth can not sleep if an electronic device would be on standby and running again. Now I do not know what I am nor where I go, always the same. But I'm studying something that is useless in a despicable institution and I'm living in a society where money is what matters and how you want and you will be. I know in my hands to change that is why I decided to pack to leave.

Start, go out, hide under my bed not think it works. but not to run, say I love you, risk fears, work on something that I do not like anything. Intonations that do? Vomiting to lose consciousness. Combining pills with alcohol and let live that fantasy long hair, beard and walk barefoot until it bleeds ...

Nose, recently pronounced that word but I really wake up and wanted to be an old man look like he spends all along the road of life ...

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.. . In these agonies misty

I'm looking from a window outside

Following the light of this unknown corner

From this window to any landscape without distances

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Seca
pupil where there shines not the slightest
trill ...

( STELLA DÍAZ VARIN)

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Envy

This morning, while traveling to a meeting, listening to the program Lalo Mir and Maju Lozano in FM100 (Lalo assumed), where the slogan of the day was that listeners call in to radio telling what you were jealous when they were kids.

usually quiet handling, managing and enjoying their time having fun with what I hear, so round trip, almost hear the entire program.

Following the slogan of the program, listeners were communicating by phone and e-mail, telling their stories of kids.

Many were the envy of each, from envy the rich blonde, to envy a pair of sneakers for the brand of the three strips.

All these comments made my mind travel to my childhood and look what I envied as a child.

I could not find envy in my childhood. It's not because I had it all. Our family was a working family, where Dad worked at Federal Soap from 6:00 to 18:00 Monday to Monday with an open time to time. And mom worked at home raising us and making us grow d ela best way I could or knew.

needs not passed, but we could not give everyone. We enjoyed what and we had fun with simple things.

I was lucky to be with teachers who were very helpful in those early years and I remember with great love: Isabel Iglesias, Haydee Magnani, Furlan and Maria Lanza Rene Leon. All School No. 13, Domingo Faustino Sarmiento, of Villa Madero.

Perhaps those early years, the excellent co-grade, also good friends made the block did not feel envy. We shared

how much or little we had, toys, figurines, games. In the village played with toy cars racing plastic putty or figurines, or poisonous stain. Even we would assemble the cars with ball bearings, or we'd go biking.

Envy?

so jealous we could have if we had it all?

We had siblings, friends and peers. And we were all one.

most do not enjoy what we have instead of envying that is what we have.

Is this society that makes us think we need what we have?

I was always grateful for everything that life gave me, and I still am.

enjoy every second.

think that when that moment of last breath I'm sure not going to want to change anything about the experience. Even the bad times, that if any, hard.

As John Lennon once said: "Life is that which happens while we take care of something else."