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Revelry (Or cutting chapter lovesong)



What a night for a dance, you know I'ma dancing machine. I think every one of us is a story - candid, horrific, harassed and even incredibly contagious smile, but all stories. I, particularly, a somewhat trite and curiously fatal.
And that each and every encounter-interaction we have with others are the chapters that compose it. And they say "what about the times reflective, introspective?."
Oh, yeah. These are chapters with oneself, of course. Woo hoo hoo, woo hoo hoo.





But I will not talk about those chapters of abstraction. Today I want to finally cut a lovesong that chapter did not become out of sheer inertia.
In a candid and harassed chapter, with the smile that incredibly-contagious I've seen, and I've been to pure envy (jealousy fools of another story that she likes, or do you like, but you did Perhaps the gooseneck-trend-by harassing). I think that for the first time, and in those early days, I was part of the typical tangle're the new boy crush of a girl (something stalker) was dying catch "- and I liked that feeling.

was actually a very nice chapter, and if I were to tell me that pages would prefer, at least for now-not miss. And if you did, you know, have cut our chapter lovesong, it was because he would know that would not stay in nostalgia. Okay? The time that we would live would be nice for me, but while I'll keep dreaming of revelry.


PS: There is not a single word in this entry that has your first initial, ah. Not one, and just so you know that I speak to you.

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Highschool lover (or last breaths on vacation)

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I want to see (or open letter)

I see your smile all day,
hear the melody of your voice.
Qusiera be the twinkle in your eyes, undressing
comb your splendor,
the corner that you see when you walk.

Hello, you .

say "strange", but what - you know you're not for me no stranger, but it is to have that feeling at all for you. Never I saw that video you recorded of the steps you gave before you get home, and wanted to see them, and the streets, I wondered what they were, what they seemed, if they had the same holes that I have around here. I want to know why you keep coming over here, why did you call me on your last night with all the hanging not, why the endless stamped near-daily were boring. Should confess, maybe I lied - there was nobody in the room on the second floor nowhere, waiting for taxis zero. I was at home. In my room, sitting on my bed, about to eat a fruit (half orange). I want to know why. And while I care little, you know? Know or do not give me as much, but never both. When I saw the video of this song, I thought of months ago, many months. How much I used my voice on the corny who wrote the music I listened.

The shape of your lips
and want to be your last pain.

Now assume that definitely still the same, believing the same merde the world, something you're not, and you know it and pretend not to know at the same time. And you're still drinking coffee, watching sometimes cinnamon and seriously thinking of putting it. You were anise, remember? The voice in my ear before bedtime. And upon waking.

try not to hurt you I promise, I promise to give you everything
me.

I thought and laughed. You laugh too. I know you're laughing, and continue to do so knowing that-this-is for you, and I will spend lines because I feel like it, and I lose my life. "I promise to try not to hurt you." Needless to clarify you that is a luxury I can afford and now, after walking through the park Miraflores and half Chinese.

So, hit me back then. Why?
And see the video , and listen to the song, and answer me.
I like the first two things a lot and have nothing to do with you.



PD: Café Tacuba brings out the best and worst in me.

Bleding From Vagiana Viedo

Photograph (or lumbar incisions)

remember the lights of the operating room before I fell asleep with the anesthesia in the left hand and the gas mask. I have no idea how long after all started there. I know that was a couple of hours and woke up in the elevator, two nurses way to the room. "Security will begin to feel uncomfortable in the throat - do not worry, it's normal. Here we take the endotracheal tube before it woke up, as promised. Everything was a success, now relax and sleep. " I was thirsty, but could not drink water. He had two days without food, and really little I care. The forty-eight hours prior to surgery pain took away any kind of desire, including to live. Do not care about anything, now. I had done everything I wanted, and now. This lasted five days and the last, of my birthday, I was released, with chocolate pudding for dessert lunch.

am not yet be twenty years. Still, even not in the little party cocktail black dress I'll still twenty.

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Lady (hear me tonight)

P: Ah, is that it was then. Whole life was for a week long, long, or crazy, but delicious.
C: you saying then that you ...
P: No, actually it was just her. And I do not know.
C: What cute. And why nothing happened?
P: Bitch, I do not know. Do you wonder? Although I think it's annoying. Try.



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P: Yes, it's annoying. With furrowed brow and all.
C: was life.
P: And he had a wild desire to sing "Lady" by Modjo.

Can not you see, you're my delight.

PD: Sure receive a "stop, Patricia" - what the fuck.

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Photos (or subtleties of five and a half)

I first saw it in a pen show, bull facing a bare, naked and unprotected. Days later saw him dancing at a party Cumbe carnival, which she attended wearing a mask ... Judas was in the middle of a crowd of onlookers and danced with any woman who wants to pay ... Bernarda asked how much it cost. Judas said as he danced "real average." Bernarda took off his mask. "What I know is how much the rest of your life."

Of Love and Other Demons Gabriel García Márquez

And you, how much is the rest of your life? I guess I'm tired of being subtle, I need a break, that the words each day I become more easy and comfortable, and that regardless of the consequences they know me stronger than anything else. I know this is no time to make decisions, but if someone is willing to make them for me, congratulations! I got tired of being so consistent all the time.

"The Truth Shall set you free" - yes, but what truth is? And more importantly, what freedom, too? Tell me, but a blur, not knowing that it kills me inches.

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Nocturne in G (or night blackout) Bathroom

The roads were empty streets, dark. The light had vanished.

seemed

five in the morning - it was my night in the sun.

I like a little you, and the idea of \u200b\u200byou too, but I'm not sure. And perhaps not in quite ironic reasons, virulent. I woke up thinking about how I would have eaten the uncertainty if it were not for the verve of your eyes I waited near the end of the night to go out, "under my care, of course, and through in your mouth, and mine, and my toes. was uncertain, as the typical teen movie scene as a director, do not know whether to repeat the word, or leave as is. Or just put it on the DVD, under the scenes "erased" are only few people by Puritan "accession" to the characters. The gelatinitas of colors, those that had erased itself, and the people who was also there, as well as cold. But your lips, nor every thing you did since I came to make me feel good - much more than good, great.

And now I just do not know. Comedian, right? The first time in a long time I feel every one of the things I recorded was feeling, and no. It is the limbo, really. You can not let go of one phase and start the next. It's exactly like getting caught in a blackout. Maybe many people agree that sometimes the transitions are much better, but in this case appear to reverse the effects. I have only one question, and one: "Where is my stage 'femme fatale'?" Behind those glasses, perhaps, or at the next party - do not know. What I do know is that my cowardly tendencies need to go, really, but so far never lose sight of how to stop, and you, then I think you should make merit nombrecito you decide to wear.

do not know if you noticed, but I wanted to get closer to your lips more times than I can count on one hand, three hundred and twenty candles or missionary. I wish I had been more diligent, and have said each of the things I had in mind. I'll just say that today I eat any uncertainty. Thanks.

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girl.

Want a bed partner,

drinks, weekend,

pantyhose and long legs?

Looking for glory, fame, la vida loca,

and even more than what you get?

Want to see the world?

Want to be free or be owned?

Parties, debauchery, sex naps, live a dream.

not tell you things that come to mind when you say "I love you", or reproach the unbalanced jealousy outcrop in your eyes when I look at others, or how much I regret after threatening to leave, or what I think when I'm alone, or what I really want.
You see, I can not share everything, and show it either - run the risk of becoming transparent, and I do not like. I'd rather you hate me and call me a water-parties.

is a game, everything, and who loses here is beginning to show what they really feel.

And so, detached feelings, being cold and calculating, is how one wins.

PS: To you, soon you'll have, and we a lot of fun.

pd2: To you, I understand your desire to flatter both masochistic - I do not like, period. PD3

I do not know if you continue reading this but the truth, you , I have nothing to say.

PD4: Ah, right. Braggarts as you are ridiculous to say about me, Seriously - feel sorry, dear.

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EL NENE BAILA ME ... AS DID Tinelli?

Everything for ratting. And not so bad, right?. Say. Those in the middle are eligible to win the battle. And one, as viewers, make good use of remote control. So, although I do not drink their products, chapeau of Marcelo Tinelli, who does not skimp on resources, with excellent numerical results.
not drink, I repeat, Tinelli. But if I know that makes me morbid curiosity and watched the final today, only the statement of "Dancing Kids". This morbid fascination as the remote precisely permits. That's when I wonder, after seeing very young children crying ... what the hell are the parents head to expose precisely to much exposure?.
Children should be in school - how do they continue with their classes from the interior, between trips and tests? - And the rest of the time play, are in the midst of a fierce fight for ratting, dressed as adults dancing as an adult, playing an adult game that only aims to nurture parental narcissism.
"The baby I danced in Tinelli, did you see?". Anyway. And I think ... where are the authorities responsible for protecting them? Too many unanswered questions, while the wheel is spinning and in the midst of her boys in pursuit of fame as fleeting as childhood than their parents, responsible for such madness, not allow them to enjoy.

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Step, step, step ... LUCIANO JUSTICE

Ferro Stadium. August I, 1983. Political seething about the imminent return of democracy. I went to Marcelo, my husband. And surely, memories are fuzzy, folks. Rather radical. But all hope of a different country was possible. A country where human rights and freedom were not a utopia. I fit the white beret for the first time I participated in a partisan act where the speaker was none other than Raul Alfonsin. Shouting "Step, step, step, came alfonsinazo" I started to believe that ... could be. And it was.

The years passed, life went and in 1997 I had the opportunity to do two interviews. In the first, with the freshness that characterized me the good and the other too, "I snapped that he had always loved. In the second, announced the Alliance did not like my questions. Looking into my eyes, in which he displayed charisma and strength of Galician bastard, he said, "But baby ... a couple of months ago you told me you loved me. ... So why did you do now questions so turra?. " I replied: "Doctor. I am a journalist. My duty is to ask and answer is right or not." Serio he snapped: "Well ... will be well then. I want a lot but ... what questions of shit." Ended the two laughing and giving us a hug that I still remember as one of the hottest I received in my life. Alfonsin

died and I still can hardly believe it. But I feel good, because the story and recognized him as one of the most honest politicians that had this blessed country. More honest, more austere and more democratic. I hope many learn from him.

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The following is text of the blog:

http://www.lucianoarruga.blogspot.com/

"Luciano Crease, brother of Vanessa, a fellow Social, was abducted by police from the delegation of Lomas del Mirador the 31 / 1 and savagely beaten. As of today still missing. This is a new branch that was created a year ago under a claim of "increased security" whose sole function seems to be intimidated and constantly hitting the kids in the neighborhood who did not steal to the police. "

Luciano is gone again, but in a democracy. Even today, 24 March, all who live the military dictatorship and state terrorism continue to insist, trying to instill this in our youth to 33 years after the coup: "NO MORE. NEVER FORGET NEVER FORGIVE."

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Ferrocabraleadas

Are these caresses for the soul, those unexpected gifts that I do my work: a long talk, those I like me, with Facundo Cabral. The poet, the philosopher of life, the wandering loner who is not from here ... or is there. While acknowledging that its deepest roots are in Buenos Aires that he loves. And though it is going for a while, always returns. The Buenos Aires where he shared the same back in the 60s, coffee table with Troilo and Piazzolla, and today brings back nostalgic moments shared with her beloved Cacho de Buenos Aires or China. By Zorrilla said.

Talking to him is a life lesson. Because, as he says, "sometimes, walking through the streets I feel the devil took over. ... But citing Fito: Who says that all is lost? I come to give my heart."

All is not lost because there are still singing ferrocabrales Facundo, going station by station, honoring the craft of singing, telling and singing there, exactly where art becomes, via the artist-in an oasis to the desert of despair.

Facundo Cabral returns and makes it to appear on 27 and 28 March to 21 in ND Ateneo.

is a must. Abstaining no longer have those dreams and believe in utopias.

Ferrocabral

27 and May 28, 1921 hs.

ND Ateneo

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Miss (or confessions of one such girl perica)

feeds:

• almost pure Know exactly what weekend, and month-will be crucial to wrap up (finally) a syntax dilemilla of practice, and sheer stupidity, it is tasty .
• Stop giving money to suck has become a wonder to my savings.
• San Mateo Drinking water is a delight, not to mention more.
  
• Burying ghosts of the past is a blast.
• Being completely lucid at important moments is great - I highly recommend it.
• never felt so angry, "thanks."
• Bravo pour moi.

The next day (ie Saturday) was even more brilliant: Decide

• venture through the streets with a good friend of fish, with the fate that the latter had planned, but totally unknown (well not at all) was incredible.
• Meet people expected, and laugh and walk a lot to unforeseen destinations.
• birthday party fun in others / Learning to be seen, and look again / Cyclops Play streets liberating / is to live. Walking through
  
Vivanda
• like a refrigerator is terrifying. Eating
  
• batimix at half past three in the corner of camphor Benavides, and board a taxi with strangers residential sites could be interesting. Watching movies
• sedgwickeanas and feel a lot more miss than yesterday's freedom.

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PAIN AFTER REBIRTH

THE NOTE IS MINE AND was published in Diario Popular.
THE PHONES ARE REBORN:
4572-2933 (Lydia)
4554-0913 (Carmen)
4622-8023 (Olga)

The death of a child is the most unbearable that may affect a human being. Those who have gone through this kind of experience, beyond the cause that produced the loss, illness, accident, suicide or homicide, are thrown into a deep existential crisis hard to beat.
Since 1988 works in the country, "Rebirth, a non-profits designed to help parents going through this experience. From the collaboration of people with similar conditions can overcome the pain and be happy again.
"It's true you can be happy again, but differently. Life no longer be the same again after the death of a child, but you can move forward, "said Graciela Stonemasons, a member of" Renacer "who, from his own experience, he learned to transform the pain and helplessness in love toward others. Diego
When he died, just three days after birth, Grace felt his world was collapsing. He faced also the need to keep up to care for her eldest daughter, who by then had three years. Almost by chance heard of the group and joined them. Gone through their own grief, decided to continue to help others.
explained that "the goal is to help other parents learn to live without their children and reconnect with life." Groups Rebirth, which operate throughout the country, but spread to Uruguay, Chile, Mexico, Spain and Paraguay are comprised between 20 and 40 people are to "express the pain of each and enrich the testimony of others, "he said.
"What we want is to connect the pain with the best memories of our children. It is not easy but possible, although it is a job every day. Sometimes getting up is an effort, but you have to afford to be wrong and mourn all necessary, "said the representative of the entity.
groups Rebirth are free, work once a week and include social gatherings, workshops and lectures.
Experts say that the time of grief is individual and different for each person. Therefore, Grace says that "we must learn to be patient, because it is difficult to endure so much pain." Groups allow
look in the mirror of the other, which is healing, "If others could I too will be" is the message that is trying to convey.
"The pain leaves a mark which gradually is transformed into a scar" Stonemasons said, for whom "death of a child is unnatural. You can be ready for other losses, but not for this. "
Rebirth aims to transform the pain into something positive, "for which both faith and the ability to help others going through the same thing is fundamental. The message we try to convey is that you can re-take projects and feel right to life, "he said.
One slogan of the organization is that each group comes with two pockets. One to save that which is good and the other to do the same with that which you do not agree but on another occasion, you can serve.
The groups are made up of people of different ages and life experiences, but with a common pain and, in recent years, nourished by the arrival of new members, as many parents of victims of Cro-Magnon.
"What we saw is that when it comes to violent deaths, parents who put in the hands of professional and legal issues are devoted to mourn, get over it better," he said Stonemasons, while clarifying that "While many groups work in parishes, are open to the entire community. They have medical, religious or psychological, are and are
only consist of parents who have lost their children, regardless of religion which is professed. "
"Many parents get angry," he reflected God. And personally, I think it's good to have, at least, who upset. "
also clarified that the fact of belonging to a support group does not eliminate the possibility of seeking professional help. "Anything goes and everyone should do to help you succeed. Cuesta recur permission to enjoy the beauty of life. So we aim to reading, the phone call where the other side has someone who understands and restraint, "concluded the representative of" Renacer " which has recently joined the group activity for siblings.

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ENVY. SANA

Days go by. Spend the summer and did a "click." Enough to delay the desire to write and tell stories, outside of what makes my job every day. Despite the heat in-so-a-ta-ble, nearly 40 degrees, a Buenos Aires wet and sticky.
Simba, my daughter's dog that I adopted as their own, look at me calling for help. Some water, some food, a walk and now. She sleeps lying on the floor, causing my deepest envy.
And at this hour, where the thing will not budge, I reflect. Abandoned for several months "Open your wings" y. .. everything is as it was then. Or worse. Because the crisis was once the patrimony of the Argentine is now global. And this is the perfect excuse. Tired of being sick and I'm tired of the crisis. And the vibe. I do not want to criticize because, well, no use. There are none so deaf as those who do not want to hear. And as he reads
old, I meddle in the beauty of "Like Water for Chocolate" by Laura Esquivel. On TV, nothing. As always. Better. Almost no light it. Why? For news, almost always bad. Or some light comedy o. ..
I do not want to delay anything. Or "I love you" to those I love, not a book to confirm that all my life I was a bookworm, not a good movie or a play. Enjoy. That's the point. Live each moment with total intensity.
Yes, definitely I envy my dog. It is magical to see so peaceful sleeping. And although my nocturnal habits and my hatred of mornings collaborate as a resistance, I think I'm going to imitate ... That I do not want to postpone it.
Be happy. It is an obligation.

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BUT JEALOUSY TO KILL

Jealousy, betrayal, love ... also triggered. "Othello", Shakespeare's great that we all peep ever talks about those things that happen to us all. Also human say they are. And we what we are, even if it hurts.

In "El Nacional", Pepito Cibrian y Angel Mahler are giving their own version of the drama. More than drama, a melodrama, as the same Mahler. Recreation is a marvel. Again, Juan Rodo, the same as "Dracula", the owner of a voice that echoes to the depths of the bowels. Costumes, props, live orchestra, music education, deployment stage. All that the critic can demand more critical.

What is closer to opera than Broadway musicals to the duo Cibrian-Mahler has accustomed us? I mean ... what? If opera is to welcome people, eager for talent and a "piece of culture", in front o. .. tinellización much tit-tion?.

say there is no magic more magical than an empty theater. They say those who know and are not wrong. Odors, steps, tools to be refined, evidence from the scene, moments. I saw this and I assure you. There is not. Especially when you know that, a few minutes, the theater was filled to make way for artists able to move to tears and applause cause immeasurable, the his daily bread. For every artist who is worthy of the lives of that, the applause. And "Othello" are wearing them all. Worth view.

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Theatre Festival 2008 CABA

National Theater Institute

Capital Representation CABA 2008

Fiesta Fiesta del Teatro de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires 2008
from 18 to 22 February 2009 Who does not
is wild?
Friday 20/02 - 18.00 hs. - Teatro del Abasto - Humahuaca 3549

Submerged in a barren and oppressive space, three women and two men addressed the possibilities of their bodies under emotions extreme. In this exploration, they manage to cross the threshold between animal and human. That limit is manifested diffuse through sporadic dances where bullet-ridden bodies, broken by a merciless and earthly text roam a desert where life expectancy is no more than a flash.
Cast: Agustina Menendez, Ramiro Rosenvasser, Yerutí Arocena García, Ana Gabriel Greca and Cora • Live Original Music: Claudio Peña • Lighting: Martin Platis • Text: Excerpts from the works of Griselda Gambaro • Choreography and Direction: Mabel Dai Chee Chang . The skill


Friday 20/02 - 21.00 pm - Abasto Social Club - Humahuaca 3649

A man obsessed with the sea, sank in doubt. This only on an island and must survive, but this task is hindered by an obstacle: that the man has no skill, there is no "skill" to solve problems.
Singer: Damien Dreizik • Costume & Set Design: Vanesa Weinberg. Lighting: Vanesa Weinberg and Sergio Nicolli - Author: Damian Dreizik - Director: Vanesa Weinberg


Lot 77 Friday 20/02 - 23.40 hs. - Teatro del Abasto - Humahuaca 3549

An approach to rural farmers work and a deep search on those issues that would be involved in the construction of masculinity.
How a man makes a man? While three men investigate on the tasks that serve the breeding, selection and sorting of cattle into lots, they face the task of recognizing fragile.
Cast: Andrés D'Adamo, Lautaro Delgado, Rodrigo González Garillo • Set Design: Marcelo Mininno • Lighting: Eli Sirlin • Costume • More Carolina Playwright / Director: Marcelo Mininno


Locations: $ 15 .- Students and pensioners: $ 10. -
The tickets are delivered from one hour before each performance at the box office of each theater.

Of the 12 (twelve) casts be elected 3 (three) to represent the City of Buenos Aires in the XXIV National Theatre Festival in the province of Chaco, 2009, by the INT cachet and become part of the Festival Circuit organized by the International INT during 2009, with cachet by the INT.

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happens I am sick of being a man

Since we are ... the poem dedicated to Olga Margarita. A caress for the soul, a great poet.

happens I am sick of being human.
happen to enter tailor shops and movie houses withered, impenetrable
like a felt swan navigating in a water source and ash.
The smell of barbershops makes me mourn aloud.
just want a break from stones or wool,
just want not to see establishments or gardens,
no goods, no spectacles, no elevators.
happens I am sick of my feet and my uñasy my hair and my shadow.
happens I am sick of being human. However
would be delicious to scare a notary with a cut lily,
kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
would be great to walk down the street with a green knife
and screaming until they die of cold I do not want to remain
root in the shadows, vacillating,
shivering with sleep, down,
into the moist guts of the earth,
absorbing and thinking, eating every day.
I do not want so much misery.
not want to go root and a tomb,
alone underground, a warehouse with corpses, half frozen, dying of grief.
So on Monday burns like oil
when he sees me coming with my convict face,
and howls on its way like a wounded wheel, and gives
hot blooded steps into the night. And I pushed
into certain corners,
into some moist houses, into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoe stores smell of vinegar,
streets hideous as cracks. There
sulfur-colored birds
and hideous intestines hanging over the doors of the houses that I hate, there
teeth forgotten in a coffeepot, there
espejosque vergüenzay should have cried horror, there are umbrellas
everywhere
and poisons, and navels.
I stroll along serenely, with eyes, with shoes, with fury, with forgetfulness,
step, through office buildings and orthopedic shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging on a wire:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears.

Pablo Neruda

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NERUDA AND MUSES

Five Muses! Not one more ... or a least are the ones that took his life Pablo Neruda. Four were already known, but recently, they learned of the existence of a fifth: Olga Margarita Burgos, a Chilean dentist. Who gave the data?. How could it be otherwise, the magazine "Dental Cantabria, independent publication, of course, a group of dentists English. Olga Margarita
name if any, was born in Talca in 1907. His relationship with the poet-one of the largest in history, was short but, say, intense. The "legacy" of it was given to his granddaughter, Rocío, after the death of his grandmother, occurred in 1998.
tightly closed in a package, Rocío found letters, photographs and books devoted to Neruda. Also a typescript of the poem "I happen to get tired of being a man", typed by him and dedicated a. .. his muse.
They had met in 1923. Neruda had just published "Crepusculario" Margarita Olga and liked it so much that he asked devoting an issue. "Olga Margarita at the time of violets," wrote the poet, after which they went out and bought a bunch of violets for the woman who had just caught his wayward heart.
For a couple of years were secret lovers until the marriage of the dentist to the Chilean Yolando - go with the names! - Pino, a man born, coincidentally, the same people that Neruda. But the story does not end there. The couple went to live in a neighborhood that gave them the poet and maintained a friendship with him which ended with his death in 1973.

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James and Nora

There

love of all kinds. That ... and trigger chaining. Which brightens the life, or off in an instant. James Joyce, the wonderful writer, he was crazy. The madness of which tend to demonstrate the genius. Met Nora Barnacle, his wife, in June 1904, on the street. And they were together until death literally separated from him in 1941. Nora, good girl, convent educated "the nuns" became enamored with the mystery man and got away with it that just did not have the slightest intention of marrying her.
James, talented and cultured, this girl fell in love with provincial and Catholic, in spite of its open war against the Church of Rome. But in love, and heartbreaks Two plus two does not always equal four. Or one plus one equals two. That comes to the same thing.
Love James and Nora was crazy. They just wanted to be at each other. No children, no family, no friends. He and his beloved Nora, liberal and architect to fulfill all your sexual fantasies. But no. Fate had sons and three brothers of James living with them. All witnessed the overflowing drive that meant his scandalous sex.
Nora, her Nora so different, so primitive, so little learned at his side, was his muse throughout most of his work. Inspiring each and every one of his female characters. She, the same as the first date he unbuttoned his pants to stroke his hand ... more masculine. Joyce
discover in their beloved one that will access whatever he wants. From the sexual to the exile. Between sanity and insanity more warning. The writer and the girl with little education. A perfect combination, capable of merging two very different characters but identical to themselves.
The story keeps the letters from Joyce to Nora. And the responses of Nora Joyce. In all, a torrent of erotic fantasies that women agreed without blushing: "Others have given my pride and joy. To you, I give you my sin, my madness, my weakness and my sadness, "he confessed. Nora did not feel shame even when her husband asked to defecate in front of him ... while he masturbated. "Filth", say the society. "Love," they respond.
In the middle of encounters and conflicts, scenes of jealousy and ferocious fights, twenty-seven years after they were married unknown. Alone civilly.
Joyce died in 1941. Nora ten years later, after resolving the legacy of debt that will leave her husband. Never again fall in love. At night, only the memory of those yellow cards was able to take her back to lust lived with this man, this madman, who took herself to the very madness of no return.

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The Grand Vizier's Garden - Part One (or latest whim fatalistic)

(Read slowly, and affection. Yes, today I write to you)






I tried it. I traveled. I danced. Wrote.
dreamed. I thought. Even I kissed you.
I wallow in mind, and between bubbles and olive trees.
I wanted to do, absolutely everything, because it seems to me screwed.

You did not understand "why" and I did not know, nor wanted, to tell you.

then lived. I walked. Rel. I cried. I waited (and desperate)
I ate a pear and water droplets-inch fell
through my hands. I

. I dreamed (wake up) and wrote something small - I tried again.
you like it, and I had to lie,
say it was not for you, but it was.
And not only that, but a couple more.

One who lives under a beautiful tree, and is waiting to write it.

You did not do anything. Seriously, nothing. Nor
I took the trouble to do something (because, well, I got tired a little),
and dozens of hours ago I decided fatalistic (and finally) I would not do anything anymore.

Then came a "what do you want?", And my mind began to fill with little words, in spite of my decisions fatalistic, write (maybe last):

I want you to notice.
I want you to try (Only if you care).
I want to travel, dancing, writing,
dream, think, and then kiss me.



And we wallow in, and between olive and bubbles (now that we can).

Alphrazam Befor Eat Or After

17 (or decent modesty four months delay)

"Oh, she's only seventeen
whine whine whine, weep over Everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street
brothers fighting, When's the baby gonna sleep
heaving ship too sails away

Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session
it's a tick of Our Time and the tic in her head That made me feel so strange so I Could
call you baby, Could I call you,
dammit, it's to one in a million
Oh, it's the rolling of your English tongue
That made me want to stay ".


(Between the Lines)

I can not with your name,
vowel salt and dead letters;
or with your hair,
since a guessing sleep another night
between my fingers.

Neither your nervous laughter,
or your comentadísimo "angry eyebrows" that scares most one (two)
when you're mad as big people
(like you did, in front of me, to recreate a while,
but a rather long).

If I say something totally random
as soon after that
certainly would know
I mentioned to you (your name, your hair),
but not even try to deny
lying because I'm no good (but indecent).

But I said before, and you were terrible with my poor voice.
Now I just have too much modesty, like a hit in the garage at ten thirty-two pe-em (maybe I should dedicate the song four months ago, then yes that would have occurred, show me that anything could have happened anything).