I think the experience of Literature and Art Festival in San Francisco de la Montaña is a beautiful female to remember forever. The other ... and hard it must be said: what did "Songo" Trejos and Jose Luis Pitty was amazing. Attending so many things at once: presentations, meals, lodging, etc. which require a thousand hands and a million ideas in a row ... congratulations! But what a beautiful town. I have some impressions to share. When I arrived I was shocked how well its streets, all cut and clean. Everything looks so orderly that I was afraid that would break something: a stained glass window of the church, which cut down a tree, my shoes stained with the green grass. A grass-green glass spread everywhere. And its people? What nice people. With hospitality that you will not never see in cities boasting of civilization, luxury condominiums and moles. Everything in San Francisco is natural. But I must confess: I'm from the city as we say, after two days I needed the dam, noise, litter, traffic lights with their long legs with three colors stubborn ... a city I want to emputa and time. This is my context: television, internet sites where mostly live. Same thing happens to them. Migrate to town and get used but it is supposedly always lie with a nostalgic look back to their land, people, mountain, agriculture ....
The people of this beautiful place my admiration to stay there and take care as caring hands and heart ... do not let whatever Boquete and elsewhere, which then comes a corporation, this great lady big to remove it from you for supposedly better quality of life, employment, progress and all the politically correct. Therein are polluting and disappearing their daily lives. Eye because they work with tons of petroleum .. and cheat and do not realize.
I can not skip my gratitude to share with comrades Jairo, Wynter Melo, Pascal, Lili, Seo, Robinson, Eduardo Lince, Salvador Medina, a lager WaterHabilities offered us this people, which was a learning, a whole sisterhood. I had the opportunity to share some texts poematic. Texts are actually recent season, where a language test is shorted with difficulties ... They are poems that need subsidized support, accompaniment. You can not leave them alone. Always return them to cure them, changing their clothes .... What I mean is that each one has its own way to get to writing, as well as to life ...
da MIRA UN BESO O
Pilar. There, leaning against a pillar on the night of August.
Augusto is a pile of shit when lying naked
You get a lump to the wall where he prays and he fucks his whores, they are three.
Inés is hard tail as beef, is single, finished, plaster statue.
As Anne .. sitting with her year at Central chair, a cinema in ruins.
As
me. Today is a day of eating pork, as ever.
Humans Eat acts of inflation.
Isabel. Izas for the pleasure your handkerchief full of laughter. To see the teeth.
Rosa: hardened and flammable.
Rozas your tongue ... to the bottom of the laces
(year tate! in the guestbook)
A. Cruz Morales
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