October 2010

Saturday, October 23, 2010

How Does A Scorpion Behave Like When In Love

Abordaje (Enrique Caballero Arias) 22-10-2010

Friday, October 22, 2010 22:45:19 [paginantes] approach
From: Enrique Caballero Arias

Approach Beyond!
countless lonely winds. Indigo

limpid gray perpetrate love over distances
rojizazos nuances, fawn, bluish, orange-fire, sleet
dissipated, there where no blushes are more
to mischief. I have to sleep
ocean, addressing in feeling
sea
his touch, his thrusts,
needles of salt, which mark the times
between masses of endless waves. Graceful

foams, those on drunken breezes lull us into faded
brilliance. Caracoles

deserts, with symphonies
neglect when they collide with each other
to wallow in hangovers,
a mirror on a sand dune bristling,
of sharp sand, the edge of silica vague.

raving in dazzling, with the launches,

caches and sirens.
are barrels of tears and star and little star of love

on the ridges.

The eternity of this sandstone is seen in the eyes, and we look ...

running whispers from the shore,
in memory
ad echoes far and near. Dreaming

marina, is
my hallucination, for his agony
discarded bottles stored in
sailing aimlessly, the sway of the tides, blackened
where the concoction of the lips
between the basins of the clouds and I love him

bullfight, with the subtlety of the oceans .- vigorous

Author: Enrique Caballero Querrien ®
Arias.Venezuela
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Thursday, October 21, 2010

What Is The Measurements Of Emily Osment

sin título (Luciano Buzeki) 21-10-2010

Thursday, October 21, 2010 4:22:34 [paginantes ] ...
From: Luciano Buzeki

Revive in the fiery lake posthumously to an orgasm,
fetal machine rumbles into the abyss of an ovary.
The world shivers with fear, shivering with laughter ...
Because behind a grotesque grimace is safeguarded the beast.

fish die without a history of suspicion.
die, too, love useless shells.
smelling dying cries come off the street and a dungeon
brain believed hiding secrets amputees.

is not in the power of the political beast
Undo and redo the space with their bodies. Wars are analyzed
hidden in the mirror, smiles
While death (trying to hide their shame).

At each step they take, are immortal hours and days,
Those days will not return, even memories.
They lick halos between pedestals of wealth,
How empty are incensed kings
polishing gemstones on their thrones.

children's voices sang Tuesday own future happened. Children of tomorrow
shouted through a micro chip.
wings apostle of hell a miserable life tuck
And I stop to preach as a new deck. Blog Writing workshop virtual

Monday, October 11, 2010

Best Ways To Masterbait

domingo, 10 de octubre, 2010 15:21:02 [paginantes] No es otra vida

is not another life,
but I can see, the prince and his
asterioide,
here to review pee walls,
the execution of dreams,
up the injury early mornings,
lovers' nightmares,
of the murderers,
innocent
killed. Guillermo Medina .-

Sunday, October 10, 2010

What Paint Do I Need For A Microwave

Tio stick, originally uploaded by Haciendo clack .

An excellent portrait of the character has a photographic history (see the original site.) The author obtained a photo straight out of a film, with perfect lighting and framing. As always my congratulations to this author favorite.

More photos of this author in cabgraf blog. Cabgraf

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Reply For Interview Email

Writing: We speak of touching

Topic: "That Leaving Feeling" from: "Stuart A. Staples" in the album "Moments 2006 II "" RDL, 2006 "

of emotion, that fleeting emotion of surprise, that does not need reasoning that simply restless and ruffles the hair before you can conceptualize what has happened. That feeling that often holds the music when the sound takes over the consciousness and the soul expands beyond the boundaries of the skin. That feeling that occurs a few times and therefore is more special and thrilling, it happens naturally results from a state of mind itself, altered by a perception of external reality.

was 16 when visiting the cathedral of the Vatican, I found myself crying before I realized what I was seeing: it was the Pietà by Michelangelo. I tried to mourn anyone to see me and I have never known the reason for that emotion, I have not asked me, so it was just an image made it to a very deep part of me, touch me and go, leaving the shock I still remember. The same happened when I first saw face to face touches of Dali, a chill and a tear ... Picasso's Guernica left me the chills and a sigh ...

"implementation force, the shape ... is seen before and will be moving."

and did not expect it to enter the rooms of the Castillo de Santa Barbara and search on wall works that had already been reproduced, in a second, a chill ...

much as I shivered in that way: without being consciously assimilate the image, only the strokes, the strength of the strokes, the perception discovered in a second all creative process in the implementation force, the shape ... is seen before and will be moved.

are works created for the occasion in honor of our land. And frankly, for me this time does not matter the subject, is the way, is the emotion, we speak of moving.

Mare Nostrum

Santiago

Ydáñez

In the Exhibition Halls Santa Barbara Castle Alicante.

From 3 September to 24 October.

Article to Uala this October.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Camila Rodrigues%trans

sábado, 25 de septiembre, 2010 16:01:17 [paginantes] BAUDELAIRE

BAUDELAIRE

You escaped the lines as heavy bleeding, but anyone
being giddy in each book,
in each letter, as in your drinking life damn poet.
you for me, a bane in the madness of my horrible dreams,
that even so, enjoy them both,
and sometimes dried in the silly imitation of the poet unscathed
setbacks, insolent, cynical and vicious.

Pity me, knowing that one day I will die and you will not be able
see those flowers malignant
perpetual mirror which I carry in my wake, and there
pregnant in my grave, I'll be reading.,
and maybe they can eat worms,
but your tiny point and infinite, remains.

not where I go, after this strange life,
that, I'm terrified, because I love life,
and your left hand, which gun wielding bloody
a long sigh of damn song. Do not get me
Baudelaire die, I die for you, maybe
to go back infinitely immortal brain,
and not mourn anymore. Here

the witching night, the criminal friend
wolf comes to pass, as an accomplice, the sky, slowly closes
immense room, turning into vermin
restless man.
Oh! nice night, sought by those whose arms,
without cheating, can say the day has been laborious.

The night is the one who soothes the soul,

consumed by unremitting pain,
the stubborn scholar whose face is blurred,

and the worker returns to his bed exhausted.

The perverse demons, while in that atmosphere,
awkward stretches, as businessmen,
knocking on your flight
eaves and shutters,
through lights that sways in the wind. Suddenly
sidewalks, opens vanal love, and raising their gates
such huge anthill, effortlessly styling
a hidden way, like the enemy

preparing an assault.
Writhe within the city of mud, which larva
man to steal his food,
are heard here and there the kitchen whistling, shouting
theater ... go orchestral chord.

Recógete my soul, in such a serious moment,
and remains deaf to such an immense crowd,
is the time in which all patients are aggravated
the night clinging to the throat,

end their fate, and common sink in the abyss,
The hospital is full of sighs,
more than one, is not going to find ever

the thick soup by the fire,

at night, near the loved one. Furthermore
most have ever known,
the warmth of home, or lived at all. July

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Friday, October 1, 2010

Christmas Ornamentspinner Bikes

jueves, 30 de septiembre, 2010 18:18:05 [paginantes] When the sleep time

SLEEP WHEN TIME

When time sleeping ...
Why wake? There are sheets of seconds

so delightful that one does not even want to finish.

What do you expect next? Perhaps a broader

wasteland inhabited only by the minute, the fleeting slide
hours,
the sad funeral of days.

When time sleeping ...
and let me live awake
prefer to anchor, moor the vessel
my body
to hope yours and perserguir

although the wind does not blow.

What good is contemplating the void, wallow in nothingness

or step-star until they glow?

When time sleeping ...
Like the railing to look out your heart

flames and set fire to infinity.

only way I know I will achieve
keep awake.
September 2010

© Fernando Luis Pérez Poza
Pontevedra. Spain. Blog Writing workshop virtual

Bedwetting Alarm Edmonton

Press and Radio

Interview

issued the day September 28, 2010 from 18:00 to 19:00, from Radio San Vicente. Programme: The evening in San Vicente, García Arena

Two more media appearances comunición of the province.

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On the radio I spent a wee bit bad at first, as hard to do these things and that professionals who are every day "give you stick to the word" like anything ...

costs I have and explain everything well, with an "artichoke" in front. But it's a fun experience, the truth ...