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Before presenting the budget ... DRAWING WITHOUT A MOMENT

Before leaving the front, not to do, there hilacion try to build a didactic poetry that earned my dreams aplauzo and the flirtatious glances from some colleagues, peers as well. It is not easy to do as planned and even less as planned ... when is an odyssey of inappropriate impulses. I want to sleep, tomorrow is today, without thinking I descanzo that time is running out to close my eyes, I just want my end product of the disorder lios past, those days where the future was far away and relax day were consistent, too late now I regret the waste of my past.
Why not study?
... The next cycle if I get batteries for this! xD

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When the rain stains the streets

a purple coming through the window

reflected on the ceiling of my room

voices coming from outside

are men hidden under his black umbrella

collude in the gray night

who seek this time

I hide under the covers

but heard his steps firm

as I know no mercy

who no longer believe in the family as we

not care about their education

not stay alone

propagate hatred, greed

who tried to hurt

love them and every time the rain stains the streets

and these men go

I wonder how many injuries

form a perverse mind

to soulless body.

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know what I'm doing right now and imagine that my fingers write verses ours. Like you, I know your arms hug your pillow your hair covers your eyes, your breathing is smooth and accompanied by your heartbeat, you're sleeping my love. Resting your dreams whisper memories, moments tied to words and phrases they once did ours and with the passage of time, not mature, we still use, I love you too much, you remember, been a while prudent and necessary (I think) to tell you today that I feel for you is changing a lot, our love has matured and we complement of PTM. Whenever I'm with you is not normal, more for me than for you xD. I'll tell you that the Association of Anonymous Macho forbids it.

Love you every day, night and early morning

While sleeping on and in it, you are your

When I think I'm alone, I'm not

If I watch TV on the gray chair, remember?

you always see but fail to notice

sigh sometimes, if a longer Saturday

I touch you softly, you to me, do you feel?

Our hands say more than "AMORbo"

Those not wanting to stop and see in you

Words that you fail, you do not

This time in silence say everything.

I LOVE YOU IN EXCESS

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bahh ... LEAVE IT TO WRITE? ... Xuu XUUU

Monologue of a drunken .

drunk and without sleep, it's all a drama to take for pain, every glass, every bottle that comes and goes does not take place within, the latter are summarized in a constant IT. Insurance dare from his window watching, remembering. missing me, hoping that this There is ... surrounding it with a firm hug and tell him that no, I will not go so easy.

D that helps me now! ... Screaming and fighting things I can not q if I'm not, let it not because I wanted to, because I refused to leave her, leave her because he loved her and sank, lost and now I'm already dead. Who knew it was so weak ... the words and stories that marked in my schedule to give me a knowing of love is to no avail. Love is learned is not studied pulsating as saying "CHINOPULSEO." In order to create a one God, the boss, so many things wrong sometimes, but anything goes when it is not, perhaps you should have to apologize and did not, many believe that time THERE! You tell me, had everything a PO FUTURE AHEAD, now I'm dead and there were three! Three ... were something! Three! ... Three bottles of three, I love a lot and a fatal accident sent me to write my last leaf before they die, die? dead? ... Hamilton was not to smoke xD

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will many? those who read and feel things beyond their sentences, a paragraph or word you remember things and lived q, normal is not it? it happens to see novels, listening to a song or see somewhere. Not if I have done wrong to spend my melancholy written people who do not want to remember, my keyboard will always be cheesy, I can not avoid is like taking a warm beer ... just not happening. There are so many things I want to say this time that tragedy is avoided and eats my "dedoideas" ... I can not write ... do not do it again under this public display, it was time to return to that past quiet, writing Conchan beach front, look at the / I drunk / as compared to Venice beach and write every gesture in the sea, occasionally chopping off my fuckin pencil electoral propaganda. I hope you're not you who ask why I keep writing? I already did, took several weeks without answering, it is not easy to leave something that is part of me, just Do not ask me, think it's as good times good Peruvian soccer, no question, but one day return. It was fine straw this in the blog corny gentita greetings to all who supported and criticized my writing XD ... greetings pa women poets of Mexico, cool!

Back to the old Jeanbook ...

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Counterparts There are the center

... this little lesson that sometimes life teaches a stick: you are not the only one who sees the world. That other people are people; As you look, they look at you and think of you while you think about them. That you are not the center of the world.

Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment

Each and every person in the world, the billions of people live there on the planet are the center of his universe, stars of their own history. In the lives of others, are only secondary, or extras without text.
Why not try, as usual, entering the world of others instead of making them fit into ours?

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[In other words] with the single word

Sometimes words are all that remains, but with them, one can reconstruct the world.

WITH THE SIMPLE WORD

With the simple word of talk every day,
that is so noble that it will never be vulgar,
I am saying these things that most are not mine, as well as
beaches are hardly Tues

With the simple word that has a story that is old age
eternal of eternal childhood,
illusion, like a tree loses its leaves in the wind,
dies with the hope born again.

With simple words I offer what you offer,
just love that you get when you're gone now: Who
perfumes a rose is wrong twice, because the rose
dry and the perfume is gone.

With the simple word that burns in his own fire,
feel pride in me is in another's disdain:
The stars at night are not the blind,
but, although he did not know it, it also illuminates .

And so, as a stream becomes a river,
and that each cascade is further purified,
I sing this song so foreign and so mine,
with the single word that never dies.

José Ángel Buesa

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forging it

But you, whom nothing limited by your own will, in whose hands I have given you, you define yourself. I placed in the middle of the world so you could look into what the world contains. I have not made nor blue, nor earth, neither mortal nor immortal, so that you yourself, freely, in the way of a good painter or a sculptor working, auction your own way.

Giovanni Pico della Mirandola, Oratio de hominis
dignitate

The circumstances and events that have touched us live can help or limit, the roads and doors that you find are the ones that we can follow. But it depends on us how to deal with the circumstances and how to walk the walk.

The choices we make, and especially the reasons why the take, are what make us gradually, as we are. And, in a process that never ends, we'll build ourselves on our heritage by raising our personality. Sometimes the structure collapsed, but we strive to understand the cause, raise other stronger. The boundaries and barriers will always exist, but we will learn what can skip, and how, and what we should respect, and why.

We are free to decide what we want to be free to choose how they become so. Between heaven and earth, between life and death, we have all the space to create ourselves.

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All our pushing us around so much and so consistently, to go faster, faster and faster, sometimes, even if we move forward, we feel that we are blocked.
Let us not convinced by the constant rate of acceleration imposed on us: if we follow our own path, we may require that nothing prevents us to explore on our own speed, or vary it depending on when we meet. Sometimes we need, or want, go faster, sometimes slowed down to better see where we stand.

Do not convince us otherwise, we push for more speed and acceleration.
Download the pace is not stopped, and tripping is not falling.

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hurtful Presentation The "Shades" Tyranny of the majority

invite you to attend the presentation of our book "SHADES" produced an anthology of short stories collectively, under the Story Writing Workshop, taught by the Cultural Department of the Faculty of Social Sciences, UBA.

are waiting to share with us this special moment 19/11 Friday, at 19hs., In "seventh art", Av San Pedrito 107 (Corner Ramón Falcón, and a Nazca block and Rivadavia)

CROSSOVER TRAIL

is the time where the sun will disfigure the skyline. Sunset, Sunset Buenos Aires. But you missed the sunrise with distant horizons, but you have the balcony and bowls of bananas and those geraniums you so much bitterness offset daily opening pains shadows where they are broken. We'll be right there where the stars explode and dreams will never run out. What is life but the continued reinvention of dreams, the most lively and face the world when presented as impossible. Sometimes I feel I walked parallel paths and is what makes the world impossible. So, after leaving the familiar roads, we share the experience of walkers. No matter where, but to walk together.

Cervero José María Inés López
Dardaine
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Sabrina Gelin
Gerardo Silvia Pandolfelli


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