In A Deep Soplado (Art For Liberarme)

Friday, October 29, 2010

Long Headscissors Chokeout

Segunda fase: El final

Mal, not knowing what to say in front of the disappointed, there are no excuses for me, guilt was mine for not knowing how to control these urges to do things right in the end, everything went wrong. The worst game of futsal in a long time, the worst mismatch bookmark us with that framework. Imagine this day to write something different, where the desire and perhaps some luck was stronger, but it was not, a lesson that has to be learned, preparation above all if you want to win. "Revenge? If the will, but will not be beaten. Each day will be an informal retaliation that would fill that void of that fatal Thursday, pity that is the only way in which the final the following year.

wait ...

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uniformly accelerated motion [In other words] are the rivers Visions of Fall

times of change are coming. Time to sink into the ground and in the dark, to awaken renewed with the sunrise. What are you going? What is left? What will I be reborn into the light?

RIVERS ARE We

time. We
the famous parable of Heraclitus the Obscure. We
water, not the hard diamond, which is lost
, not resting. We

the river and we are that greek that looks
on the River. His reflection
change in the water of changing mirror,
in the crystal that changes like fire. We are the vain

predetermined river,
due to its sea. The shadows have surrounded him.
All we said goodbye, everything goes away.

Memory does not stamp its currency.
And yet there is something that stays
and yet there is something to complain.

Jorge Luis Borges

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

How Long Pleurisy Last

PRONTO: MASOQUISMO NO PREMEDITADO (creando)

I'm very happy, poor little, will be two years with you. Looking at that wall of my room where you wrote, your love for me. Something short but your eyes told me he was at heart, many days together, the two were leaving on time running, walking, playing, kissing, fucking who pass in front, was great ...

PS: I hope soon to finish this mini-history is not easy to create a story and stay on it long enough to finish writing it. advancement For now, it will be a paradox with great tenderness of a sincere love and a tragic awakening.

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grew up in a dry land of bushes and shrubs, rare trees and evergreens. Guess that's why I find few things more beautiful than the mountains, green and ocher, beginning this fall.
The rain forest, and the increasingly narrow fence fog. The lights, shadows, colors ... rarely have the opportunity to be in place at the right time to appreciate at its best, but when it happens, is an unforgettable gift.

Photos taken in Puerto de Herrera (Spain), Oct. 11.