Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Clipart 25 Anniversary

drops at night

"Waiting?"
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I've been a little out of BLOG for reasons of celebrations and other personal matters, but precisely for that reason, today I share with you a poem I wrote because these nights of uninterrupted cycles of rain and drizzle, rain and drizzle, rain and drizzle.

  "Espejo"
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DROPS IN THE NIGHT

Last night
drew drops
silences
in my forgetfulness
and presence
in my memories

Last night
is created
just sounds
of liquidity
music
gushing
beyond thunder

Last night
was a cry
that was not mine
on my tile roof
sounded like weariness
since that time ...
that were


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"Smiling"
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Greetings to those who come to this poetic my , most recently, which goes for nothing, because it forces me to let her leave, because it is in air move my fingers to write.



"Scrable?"
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Washing Machine Loud Noise




By: Enrikín.

One of the most unworthy why a man can go up to my neck shit in a public place. The story I'm going to have happened in a remote village in the south. But it could also have occurred in central or northern. The thing that has happened by word of mouth for years.
However, this humble servant got a first-source. Ie someone that ominous night was at the crime scene. The events occurred one morning this week, when brothels are less visited villages. It was a cool summer night. The above were old friends on a spree, who were celebrating a business that had worked. Before visiting
procuring the best of all, the two protagonists, which we identify as Lucho and Victor, were railroaded a pulmai (curanto in pot) with everything she wears, pork, chicken, seafood, fish, chapaleles, milcaos, etc. All this decorated with fringe and red wine glass and other pebre cuchareao, salads, cooking broth. In short, their stomachs were so full of food. Lucho
and Victor were regulars at the place at night, so some privileges enjoyed frequent customer.
were the best, accompanied by four voluptuous girls and relatives directly with SpongeBob, the girls were more thirsty pirate with diabetes.
Short Story, as our guests taking the world would end. After several dances Luchito he moved to the cramps came, so slyly asked a prostitute a bathroom that is not public.
With the conviction that it would take to the rooms after showering, the girls led him to a service that occupied them. Our drunk friend said he was going to take a while. So the girl returned to the table.
night He came to our hero. To begin the place had no electricity, so I started looking for the cup with a lighter. At the same time realize that there is no paper, there are a couple of turds floating in the toilet, also there was no water in the pond. In other words, all evil.
The guy could not stand the shit storm was coming, so I tried to think fast and saw the bathtub. Gave water and settled with his pants down to evacuate all. Some solids must have clogged the drain, so they began to accumulate crap and the vital element. But worse was to come. In a matter of seconds your friend enters the scene very heartfelt.

- Are you there moron?
"Yes, I'm shitting in the tub because the cup is bad.

That was the brief dialogue and immediately the second cagador loses balance her intoxicated and darkness. It goes over his buddy. When both are in the tub on that nasty mix, cagador 2 release your sphincter. Without contemplation shits and pisses on the evacuator 1. Within
drunkenness begin to wallow in the tub to try to stand, but the pants at half mast prevented join them. When they were completely covered in shit are two of the girls.
As every place of dubious reputation, the light system had a knack. The girls lit up the bathroom, but ipso facto run away with the vulture in the mouth to see such a scene. Warn "helpers" (two thugs and a fletito) and Aunt told to look for the old carpet that is in the cellar.
Our contertulio still not out of the tub when the other types come with carpet, get it wrapped up and the family size which lulo. The three were taken to the front door and were thrown into the street as is.
A witness told me the sad story goes that he saw on the street when incorporated in such a humiliating act. Both cried as they tried to pull up his pants and cleaned and conditioned reflex. They were covered in shit. It is said, never again Vitoc Luchito and the place.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

My Scanner Isn't Initialized

I speak today my color compositions

As a something different, I want to populate their eyes the color of my songs first and then read the letters that each one of them I made them improvicé .

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That today are images
a woman
of thunder
and dreams that compose
who swirl
curiosity in his eyes

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What are aqueous flare
a delicacy lip
who accompany their arrival
to this place of verses

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That a huge deployment
this modernity of vertigo
speed and adrenaline
illuminates the path we
to its presence

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Greetings pleasing to all the friends here are passed, those who know and those who have not



Chicken Farm Sample Business Plan

Today was ...

Today was one of those days when you would lose time drying leaves between the pages of a book that never end to read, in which the sheets of my bed by small moments become my best friends, holding and understanding but not say anything clear, as no one would do. Today would be one of those days ...

But everything changed a few months ago, or a book or a sheet, even the weakness of spending the day in bed calibrating and planning an agenda that would not meet ever. My body, mind, soul ... and especially and most importantly, heart, a murmur rose up as a paper or plastic bag in a day of blizzard.

What is life but a passage of emotions and feelings that come to us as we least expect it?

This happened to me, the least expected. And if anything I am sure is that the cup I decided to wet her lips and taste the wine he had inside, the cup is needed to guide my steps in an uncertain path that now seemed to flourish, passing the stones and tangles.

is all I want, I know that means happiness ... I want what I do, as I do, why they do and with whom. :)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Rockstar Wheels On Silverado

The loud singing of your laughter

"Different dishes"
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Building one of the most recent poems I've written, I still believe with you in the infinitely healing power of laughter and its manifestation in laughing or another eighth notes and eighth notes choreography.

There is a display of life in union with the humor, laughter, joy, enjoyment ... I think it is life itself . Nothing so eloquent that someone lives life as tenor of her laughter, that chirping noise that sometimes haunts us with any joke or the most infantile falls before us ...




"So many wishes for her"
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A invitation to laugh. I remember that section that had the Reader'sDigest: "Laughter magic bullet"

A laugh then ...


"Picture?"
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Now, my poem:

THE SONG OF YOUR LAUGHTER Din

Take your hand and bring
the exact site of your voice
to stop laughing out
and those chirps that massage
the softest part of your soul

Let your eyes be those with
-in the light of the last sigh
that elusive and necessary staff
of laughter without permission

Please hand over your regrets other
and give them the last farewell / goodbye the January /
to be the color and sound huge
who wash your tears of oblivion

Try to hear your voice deep shell
and the tam-tam enniñecido your chest
to enter free of obscurities
to your site / to that where dwell
the wing's embrace laps

This / all
to concern yourself with the joy
that comes amid the storm
-wrapped in their awful eighth notes and eighth-
to take you to another state / to another area
of happiness itself ... without your fears
and then, only then
you cry " I'm alive! I viv o! "


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"Vive l'amour"
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PS: Today is the day of love and friendship in Colombia, therefore writing to you my best hug .... and my desire to continue this close.

Friday, September 17, 2010

How To Decorate A Metal Chair

Without doubt the best