Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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Sense
Some
sometimes I felt completely. It does not last a whole week, but while I find seem centuries. There is no paradox, no pitiful tears, only time will carry me. I get food and water, do what the schedule dictates, begging baby, chasing silence. Nothing hurts me because all I care, all injured by his enormous weight to my thoughts wrapped up, the press. Cohesion letters to find words, concepts shape the world no longer seems to have me in it, allow access to the shared space, the interaction that keeps me present. I see others doing his thing listlessly, waiting for time to be themselves, I see. I would completely disappear, vanish in a flash of light, miss in the vastness of the universe. Some
Other times, I direct my steps wisely. I walk the streets at the time that belongs to me the route and destination. My sense is everything, people and concepts important to me too, I look after and protect them, feel the heat emanating, they realize that here I am, I realize that I know that here they are: me. Watch the sunrise makes me mourn, like a dog run over. I wonder of life changing. The city transforms me.
I almost always head down trying not to step on stingrays. Recently
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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TO DENGUE
On a moonlit night, the eve of my birthday
was working and studying but I was wishing you
Even my sister I confessed my desire for
you are upset and told me I was crazy.
few days passed in which I had left in oblivion
But I came to wish
My body gets warmer than usual and a feeling of dizziness came over me,
and did not know you and you almost forgot
But you came into my body without permission
Y mi cuerpo descanso,se durmió,se quedo aliviado un par de horas
Al día siguiente la temperatura de mi cuerpo aumento tan intensamente que las lágrimas salieron de mis ojos, pedí auxilio
Pero nadie creyó que estaba sufriendo
Me tomaste, entraste y saliste de mi, me hiciste pedir auxilio y casi terminaste conmigo así que fui a urgencias.
Ni un trío de inyecciones que aun duelen en mi cuerpo o una dotación de pastillas me aliviaron de ti. Una dosis cada seis horas de paracetamol, olvido y vivir en la no realidad fue lo que te hizo irte de mí.
Ahora ya te extraño, sin embargo ya no te deseo. Esos efectos, si pasaran otra vez, no podrían ser just delicious. Fly and find another victim you may want and where you can stay longer, why, who could hate you less than me? Cenit
HM 
On a moonlit night, the eve of my birthday
was working and studying but I was wishing you
Even my sister I confessed my desire for
you are upset and told me I was crazy.
few days passed in which I had left in oblivion
But I came to wish
My body gets warmer than usual and a feeling of dizziness came over me,
and did not know you and you almost forgot
But you came into my body without permission
Y mi cuerpo descanso,se durmió,se quedo aliviado un par de horas
Al día siguiente la temperatura de mi cuerpo aumento tan intensamente que las lágrimas salieron de mis ojos, pedí auxilio
Pero nadie creyó que estaba sufriendo
Me tomaste, entraste y saliste de mi, me hiciste pedir auxilio y casi terminaste conmigo así que fui a urgencias.
Ni un trío de inyecciones que aun duelen en mi cuerpo o una dotación de pastillas me aliviaron de ti. Una dosis cada seis horas de paracetamol, olvido y vivir en la no realidad fue lo que te hizo irte de mí.
Ahora ya te extraño, sin embargo ya no te deseo. Esos efectos, si pasaran otra vez, no podrían ser just delicious. Fly and find another victim you may want and where you can stay longer, why, who could hate you less than me? Cenit
HM
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Why not write a poem
Simple, because at this time (you do not always know it's going to happen tomorrow) is not my kind of writing, not the style in which I believe I can develop the ideas I have regarding a theme or none, besides that I have a default picture of what a poem, and this picture is something like:
... Your hair is
beige color and I like the sound of your nails.
when the wind blows
my eyes cry and why sometimes I can not see well your hair beige ..
not write poems and I admire those who do know and are able to do so, to me would be very difficult to say what I would say in this default mode of poem that I have in my head because I want to say would have to adapt to the way poem and the adequacy trasncurso I may be half of what I mean. Ana A.
Simple, because at this time (you do not always know it's going to happen tomorrow) is not my kind of writing, not the style in which I believe I can develop the ideas I have regarding a theme or none, besides that I have a default picture of what a poem, and this picture is something like:
... Your hair is
beige color and I like the sound of your nails.
when the wind blows
my eyes cry and why sometimes I can not see well your hair beige ..
not write poems and I admire those who do know and are able to do so, to me would be very difficult to say what I would say in this default mode of poem that I have in my head because I want to say would have to adapt to the way poem and the adequacy trasncurso I may be half of what I mean. Ana A.
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I do not write poems, write poetry ...
Claudia Cervantes
Everything is dry ...
scream came when she was desperate for wanting to be heard
I could keep everything in me, it was easy to shut my secrets until I cry now
voiceless.
had been cast aside all thought that this comment
rather hear something else, but people
kept
repeat it ... this time might once again believe in you
thought that nothing was, or was useless until you reach
expect you to believe whatever it
me wrong, I'm wrong ...
I am weak, this is my weakness
always listening, always right and my
everything dries ...
all I say yes, but I am not able to fill
never do enough, I always forget
say I'm great, when I see my hand
not reach the exit door I never
case ... my eternal silence
appointing them repeat - I I said - 
Claudia Cervantes
Everything is dry ...
scream came when she was desperate for wanting to be heard
I could keep everything in me, it was easy to shut my secrets until I cry now
voiceless.
had been cast aside all thought that this comment
rather hear something else, but people
kept
repeat it ... this time might once again believe in you
thought that nothing was, or was useless until you reach
expect you to believe whatever it
me wrong, I'm wrong ...
I am weak, this is my weakness
always listening, always right and my
everything dries ...
all I say yes, but I am not able to fill
never do enough, I always forget
say I'm great, when I see my hand
not reach the exit door I never
case ... my eternal silence
appointing them repeat - I I said -
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