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Poetry

as I can I express

so delicious moment when
subtle aroma of flower is that floods my chest,
when my thirst
and murmur of the fountain,
when I get in the breeze

love the cooing of birds
joy of relaxation in my mind, when the leafy

the magnolia tree that shelters my body

this gift is so large that hide

words very ...
in one breath.

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And I need every morning, every afternoon
kiss on the role of my pencil, between the lines that life

that constant walking
that nourish my silence
the desire of lover, that love
in a heartbeat
that joy in singing that floated

bird in sky radiant
that source of life
water from rivers and seas that drop of dew

brightly
diamond in the prime spring
of a revival expectant smile child

tenderness in old age in this world dancing



that voice at all ...
at a time.

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Lava ate their bodies and burned thousands of souls in Tokyo. They tried breathing in the smoke and pollution . The city was damaged in several areas, people will face as if they had blindfolded, eyes watch from above as the water slowly down the cars, houses and people, lazy hit the walls of buildings collapse as corrugated cardboard and store awnings deflate like balloons carnival. The sky is black and should withdraw. You feel the adrenaline in our bodies stretched and can not comprehend the ferocity of the time and nature to which degree can get angry with this universe.

turns deaf hear giving the propeller of the helicopter while they are filming the city. A huge metropolis, is now so small, so devastated. Get your children killed in fire arms and crying alone support, with nails ripping the sky for me to listen and kept at his side. But the sky darkens and we should withdraw. Left alone in the distance, grow at dawn I know. Know that the cowardice and fear will not be deterred sufficient strength, and seek shelter and where support beams alone. The city will grow beautiful, not now, but just when the boat launch their candles and they can breathe clean air.

writing from a borrowed laptop, that is not mine but I have in my bag as my own, I decided not to charge my computer for good cause. There is also a satellite of a Japanese friend where I can see my mail as if you were incredible in Lima. I'm really amazed how much technology. I'm so tired can not sleep for more than 28 hours and my feet hurt and your back. I called and talked to my father and he acknowledged that's very important to me.

Every time I talk about an annoying beep sounds, and every time I write there is an old radio sound. Makes a terrible cold that we break the bones, I feel that the smell goes into my lungs and no heating in most places. I'm with a group of friends drinking coffee and we began to read poems from memory, I took my books, that of Matsuo Basho and read a couple of haikus and a poem by A. Leo. We seek calm in our reading, one recalled a poem by Gelman, another Pizarnik, Alberti another until you just sound the alarm and we have to go. Chat Radio can you hear me? hear in the distance that , Radio Chat .... Can you her me?

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The silence of the dead woman working

Huyen
birds of paradise when
shake the foundations of the earth,

ended the calm ocean in those waters, made his blue


a great delusion that avid belly down and down


a breath of cold invades the spaces

breath frosting and

hurts the soul
collect everything he says
the silence of the dead.

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He escapes the body and did not burn, has assuaged the pain of many moons without a break. Est still waiting to start routines, the search and desire. The a thousand nights of shelter waiting for the necessary support to face the usual habit that drives them cope with the body, understands that no bra and unbalanced, but resists but as is accommodating to the practice persists and get stronger. have been months where the body is faced alone, ate her grief alone, together all the parts and started to beat at a time. To form a column, he realized that it is unique as no body and faced their ghosts. Tell them you pushed into a fire and you do not burn, that despite his grievance're here to fight back now stronger than ever.

I looked out the window and I assumed that every tree, cloud and dust mites that sometimes circulate through the air still exist in this world. Circling around us. I did not think much had a couple of things I put in a small bag and decided to leave Tokyo. past Sunday I met a friend, ready to go make a report in Japan and was somewhat accelerated by suitcases and asked if I wanted to go do some volunteer work there. I did not think twice and said yes. So he made a few phone calls and gave me some commissions and told me to wait in the change of scale before going to Tokyo. Today was my ticket to my mail and to my surprise I will stop in New York for 5 hours and then we'll go together to Japan.

I'd love to go to Tokyo later, but it will be interesting to walk the streets as I thought at some point and try to feel damaged bodies and not let them succumb to despair. I feel the strength to understand after losing a will always be me and with that same force will push to start over together. Are only 5 d ies but I feel that my body inward smile along with Luna.

I am waiting for the plane that will take me to New York where I'll be 5 hours to get there I will contact and then I go to Tokyo. I carry a book of poems by Matsuo Basho, I think if you ask me or something answer in Japanese and that's what I want.

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Florence Owens , worker, a widow with seven children . Photo
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Women
light and mud that has been forged


know your stride away stones of the road,
your passage through time has taken

bites the destination and while your silence was
into a joyful song
or strumming a lament,

lit in memory has become the world
the record of your work.

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Masquerade

I walk back to Lima after many years and take on the streets, full of wind and humidity. When you flip the saw, she sat selling candles and wore a m Ascar that covered much of the face. When I went to see her, I immediately whispered that the mask was false and that the other side was the real loss. I inquire that the mask had voluntarily and that the person carrying it was only a mock someone who just used it. After a candle up and as a confession he told me this is for you and this one for your dreams. When I wanted to pay and insisted that were mine would not receive any money. It was late so I took them and kept walking. " extent to which reality is a fallacy and is the face mask and what lies beneath is only a support of it?

This month I found some variety of dreams and other vicious ascetic. I understand that it is not easy to switch between spaces as a story and make a puzzle of it and let the chips are lost below the table. We all know that when is lost, the game stops being fun and becomes a challenge to find or simply left aside. The daily challenges that we have to assume to become virtuous or exterminated. These days I have been given for entering and reviewing library shelves quietly and verify that the sad self-help books out like hotcakes. Leads me to recall the words of the seller, we need a revival of thought to create fallacies or masks are words that become carriers of many of us.

will not deny that it is daily on the streets, searching for authenticity. Some people need create a fallacy and even live and it is credited. And every time you go create another fallacy and over and over because it is difficult to see the image they reflect. I can take a popular decision can fool others but not themselves. Many of us have felt the fresh wind on our faces in the morning and we felt real and we loved with rage and desire. We transported our bodies unimaginably at break and pieces of the puzzle which we have lost. We have also recovered against relentless disappointment and we missed our strength. And others who did not break open the cold, but took refuge using a mask by fear of change. Accepting things as they are because more care what others think. And many sacrificing even the most loving beings.

There is a point where reality ends and begins the spell chance. Where our achievements against the universe rotated ninety degrees unexpectedly and whisper open your eyes.

These days I am preparing a course that I make in college, and I read Stephen King to write his book while I am not his supporter but I will not deny that there is a great simplicity in the text and many good tips for those who write I leave and I load the PDF.

http://www.librosgratisweb.com/pdf/king-stephen/mientras-escribo.pdf

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No mask

Fresh spring.
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're moving not
his face mask for your carnival
light laugh,
needs no other joy
or color, or costume
goddess is spring
her singing is my joy
reborn source
I
let her be as she is beautiful
essentially true.
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