Monday, January 31, 2011

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Air


A particle of dust and disappear in an instant,
And again I do not know how I did

No matter the place Where I find

Without air flight also . *

Saturday, January 29, 2011

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Fitting tribute. Among beers

Let me tell the story of a child who very early discovered the exciting world of literature. A world that allowed him to build their own fantasy based on great stories, narrated mainly by one of their teachers than convinced of his vocation as a teacher every day I read a paragraph, but a complete story, that dazzled and to dream. Luckily
this child, who knows why designs led, finally arriving at a particular school Adventist. Home theoretically were Protestant evangelical father and Catholic mother indifferent. Broken, as was the marriage, and also training was religious in the midst of this breakdown, very small still, so much so that you can not remember when, way to receive the influence of his maternal grandfather in the absence of the father is always busy with his chores, traveling excited about their concerns newspaper.
Miriam was the name of the teacher who taught him to discover the world of the ocean Simbat of Alice and her wonderland, White Fang, Platero, of King Arthur and many other characters began to live in a world tailored real and geographical conditions from the classroom out into the streets and came to his house and finally to his bedroom in his dreams these characters mingled with other characters, too fabulous and exceptionally wonderful for the tenderness that came to him. Daily Bible out of the romantic stories like those of Ruth, the beautiful Queen Esther, Samuel and Elijah discovered fantastic stories such as Noah and his great ship, the Goliath superb, the wise Solomon, the handsome and foolish King Saul, Jonah and the whale, the Good Samaritan, the multiplication of the loaves, the conversion of Paul and many others. Enamorada
as it was, the teacher and on the eve of her wedding, each story became "their" history and narrated with such force that often dazzled his audience. Succeeded in conveying love for literature and in this quest she enjoyed with their students, taught to dream costs nothing and can offer us much in return, taught to live in a world of dreams, does not mean living a dream.
The atmosphere of the school, always pleasant, he shared with the work that has imposed an early age. Not that this prevented him to remain a child and enjoy the game at all times. The playground became a challenge of skills and abilities. I enjoyed doing what was forbidden then: Bets. They used to put a coin on the floor in front of a row of eager companions sharpened his marksmanship with the marbles that they shot with tips fingers. It was forbidden is true, but only the regents were neglected groups formed inveterate gamblers. Lover
reading since he learned to read, passionate about their environment, like a good dreamer believed that everything could change. Maybe he did not succeed but on the way enjoyed to discover that one never stops learning, and the most important thing is to try to be indifferent.
This story never would have written, if not today because it was the child's birthday. It is no longer a child, but the memory of that time, accompanies him always and believes that just recognizing a simple and loving teacher who knew how to make simple what a great work. I wish there were more teachers like her.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

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hate INFOTRANS ::::::::: The most capito


not written long ago. Another day of insomnia, as shown in the picture with hair Fifth Element, I have major dark circles.
News: My cat was fucking, now I have blonde hair and black wick ("us" in backwards), my new netbook called Badr (sends greetings saying "Windows sucks, ubuntu commands, fucking") are 6 and I have qeu me up at 8 ... skyline was the worst movie I saw in 2010.
I went to a massage the other day, at 5 minutes was the Feng Shui to hell and clearly alters tone of barely concealed ask me, AND THAT MEANS THAT SYMBOL? (Referring to Ban Religion tattto). I thought, ready to stick me caga, relaxation and was the fucking hippie ... and I go with the less aggressive response - "It is against the church as an institution, not against the creed" (we all know that yes , but was half in balls offended a Christian about to grab the neck). The lady says, "AH" and I shit with sticks ... (Y) yey

MUSIC. We are preparing some new things, because it could not be otherwise, if not cry broke down and eventually I eventaría to the train tracks.

saw? I'm using accents, bad but well today I painted, the "qeu" has no case.

The last book I read called "The Tao of Physics" very good, nothing new but capacitor.

qeu I know you go, some are angry, I read somewhere, because it separated SHOCKER, others saw are very poorly informed and they were also inventive.
Do not worry, the music is eternal, it still sounds made and new things will come.

I'm going to buy cigarettes do not smoke like 6 hours ... (not to smoke, it sucks)

there are (L)



All evils will be cured by the release of Transformers 3. oh yeah.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

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My Skin Is A Canvas Waiting ...


In my hands, took the brush of your colors.

Green, for your coolness and desires.
Yellow, for your hopes and dreams of instant.
Red, for the taste of your lips and passion in them.
Blue, and plan to fly free.
The black and white to blend their tones linger.

In my hands I bring the brush to let your colors
about me posing as a canvas. *

Friday, January 7, 2011

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Today was a day of Casis


I looked out the window ... and almost touched the rain
I went out and the wind gently rocked my face ... almost drank the
bitter coffee taste ... and almost did my

I watched ... and I almost thought I saw you
stroked ... and you almost
I noticed on my skin ... and I kissed you almost feel your mouth on mine

And today was a day of cassis,
one day like another one of those days
that the cassis

take over me,
of my day,
in your absence.
cassis
A day full of yesterdays. *

Monday, January 3, 2011

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A Day Without You lack


I'm here without you and I know that I miss you
even without me, having loved ever.
Your insistence
enveloped me like a soft blanket of fog
still smoke in the air
of my daily breath.

And I'm here in my coffee
always
with its dim lighting,
with people yesterday,

and unequal
looking coffee taste without you ,


bare and empty haze of smoke.
*

nosmoking