Bridal Bouquets Tropical

What a long life GASOLINE

I remember that I told him once long ago ... if there is anything I love the smell of gasoline ... The first time I went to a petrol station on the corner of Calle 32, I insights that were true I always like the metallic odor that permeates all the other smells in the world. The smell of gasoline was with me forever. I could not understand very well, ever, but it was impossible to prevent their return when they ascended a hill or down to the houses they are building on the boardwalk. Neither the sea breeze could change the sharp influence of the gasoline as it flows from the hose and makes mirages on the floor. I thought his might be smelling able to change my driving and jugglers sense anything ...
Advance on air, leave and return. A hallucination stable over the powerful enterprises of the vegetation when the start a wave of mud and waste from food and plastic. My father had a car that was always broken. In general, I was in the back seat, so self-absorbed when I stopped to take fuel and once again gave me the chance to take that first smell still haunts me like a dog bone and he would do anything so they do not disappear ...
okay, but sometimes think ... what if all this is false?

A. Image and Text Cruz Morales

Help Avon Walk For Breast Cancer

... This looks like a good title for the book I have on the edge of the table where I write sometimes, as by twenty chapters or sections different practical nature. In each cubicle, playing sports, animation, scene, magic show, gym, up the slow and dazed practice of chess.

Today is also the writer and just died poet Gonzalo Rojas, authentic bags holder salt which he exercised his tongue and arms to lift as many times as I wanted the powerful poems that we leave your job. I say "work" is what I identify in writing how Rojas. The closer link with work in salt mines and sea for which no one goes, and if they are a flat tire or run out of gas. And there are poems like a stone in the shoe.

I've read on a Writer's House, where I see a writer like bureaucracy presiding. Do not foresee much of this project, but the organizing theme it break in two as well: a good manager of operations with extreme skills to promote and organize events to facilitate publicize the work of the writer. To managing resources and launching the world's proposal writers in their confrontation with the other healthy. Facilitate their doing and what to do. Propose new systems of reading my books are read more. Network of contacts to expand participation in book fairs, publishing houses and so forth. Tasks that do not conform to the writers, but to managers.

writers, meanwhile, in what must be: writing .

"view makes faith"

a. moral cross (text and image)

Smallest Spy Camera 2010

panhead Poetry

straighten my legs, I think the recurring themes of poetry. Simic is a poet of long hours contemplating how a grain of corn fall from the table to the dirty floor restaurant in the city center. In a new street ereclipton dash, a material for spraying inns and kitchens. Usually what happens is rewards are those poems beautiful, correct, with even the brand of the last century modernism and social commitment. With themes of the sky, the moon, the trees as if to tell the nature or the list of topics having to do with poetry. When poetry has more to do with human nature: pain, joy, fear, envy, love, and the time lag OTHER EVENTS: Web, soda light, the hotmail and apartment buildings Gipson roofs, etc. In my opinion, I see poetry as intrinsic to the man, not nature, which in itself is a vehicle that uses poetry to sustain the strain that becomes a leaf for example, falling on a woman's hair, and how this fall, the poetry becomes an event black, blue or light, or if not well.

A. Morales Cruz (Text and Image)


Late September (Charles Simic)

The mail truck goes down the coast
with a single letter.
At the end of long pier
a dull gull occasionally lifts a leg
and then forgets it down.
hangs in the air
tragedies threaten to come.

Last night,
think of listening to the TV next door. Were sure
estaban reportando
sobre algún horror nuevo.
Así que saliste para averiguarlo.
Descalzo, con apenas una pantaloneta.
Era tan solo el mar que sonaba cansado
después de tantas vidas
de pretender apresurarse hacia algún lugar
sin lograr jamás llegar a él.

Esta mañana parece domingo.
El cielo hizo su parte
y no proyectó ninguna sombra en la acera
o en la hilera de cabañas vacías.
Entre ellas, una pequeña iglesia
con una docena de tumbas grises arropadas
como si también tuviesen escalofríos.

Monique Parent & Dru Berrymore

FORMS TO STEAL



En a rethinking of writing some stories I will review and correct or expand their plots with other phrases, metaphors, etc. as far as possible, depending on the motivation you feel about the story, to be able to induce or seduce me ... to make a kind of "Volume II" or parts (II, III, IV etc) .. movies com but in the reverse process of color version return to black and white version ... not a repeat, itself a remake? Neither. I get down to another identity or way of doing explosion. Like an adaptable object. But what is a black and white texture: the truth of the newspapers, the reality? It seems the Great Truth be displayed in or natural to appear in black and white. If we see the origin of the film throughout its texture is enriched with this label. The elegance and finesse that played in the virtues of women and a gentleman of a man is doubly evident when you cross these elements of reality. The black novel operates in a seduction enigmatic thriller by their characteristics associated with these colors, because white and black are colors. I believe that under this framework, it is easier to create certain inconveniences that open pathways for the reader to activate your participation dynamic intertwining their views with the text in a subtle way with pretensions to correct up to create a new performative nature of writing: the reader recreating another text spirit paper.
There is an idea I'm working on a black story. It is the story of a weightlifter who became weightlifter from the figures that always saw in comic books, billboards, that famous bodybuilder Charles Atlas he was Mr. Universe in the 60's. Glaucus then it is called, is abandoned by his mother after his father died in an accident driving a crane, she meets a worker Lester channel has pad and facilities to get food "good" an expression like a ISO standard as a reference for all that came from the Canal Zone ruled by the gringos. Exalted expression of the virtues of the long American was used in conversations day and night. Well Lester's mother used to weightlifter to walk almost every day in his Ford convertible orange, and the child can not avoid seeing the Charles Atlas ads, and on your back, as usual go on the back seat. The mother can not speak more than four things out of shame at his son and decides one day give her unmarried sister to his son "that cries better than me" because we're going to Lester and I go by road to Tucson ...

The image is the English sculptor Anthony Caro

Mature Sticky Knickers

Toccata in Primate

Internal Error Tally Access Violation

LUCHO ROA in Concert featuring his new CD
Saturday January 15 at 19 pm in the Library Primate.
Free entry and seating is limited. Library


ave Primate Primate Reig, 102
tdo
963616064 46010 Valencia