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The words of old poets,
is interspersed with images
as numb to everything in the bar.

And there was talk about the gentleness of love
long.
If someone had told us to fight so much dawn

And going back is that everything is shit now, huh?
When I saw you downstairs.
I felt I had a moment of beauty in all that
rotting everywhere
Borja
breaking glasses and shouting obscenities in Catalan
In the corner with puppets and masks.
was a gringo
whiskey and kicking the fire with his Texan boots
There was a revolver and a run down the street
wet and nervous laughter
Then there was sex in a wooden fence
Then there sirens and disbandment
lot of people running down the street corners
And a cry that spanned everything and leave you without air
And leave me with no air to me. There was also a motel

and a Polaroid and a headband with ears mickey
There
makeup on the pillow and not understand anything and I understand
There are things that it is better not to abuse. Yesterday I wanted llegarte

with all the words that occurred to me
but had no interest in the words
and let everything explode,
and that get you where you fall.
Well, that said I want to exploit

I let myself go where it falls and then sing ..

"Cross the love ...
Use love as a bridge ... "
And you asked me to sleep
take you to a place far from everything.
And I brought you, because I was amazed because it exploits
nothing else because you wanted
And so you felt ecstatic
at the bottom of your sadness. And then you slept

And I also see
And so you see in there?
mascara on the pillow and laundry and well ... Well I wanted

..
not ..

Well, here's your breakfast. The hotel is paid

Over there you feel like returning to your home
or call a friend ..
or not ...
Well whatever you want ... this ... Look
...
There's my number. In that role
For me there does not want more ..
But there ...
One day ..
My ... say ..
Well, if you want ..
One day ..
No such thing, there
much noise or the madness, visit ...
Or maybe if, with that, too, which I. ..


I mean ...


One day ...





I would like to see you again.



Photo: Kari for "Friday's Girls"

All rights reserved. 2009-2010

Will I Be Dry Before My Period Starts

The plan leg




If they had any hope that the new president of the Board was going to be something more serious than its predecessor eternal, desengáñense. Of course, if at this point in the film still had hopes, with 31 years of uninterrupted PSOE Mexican-style, is that they are more candid you Maya the bee. It turns out that as in Andalusia we're unstoppable and we are the first in the list (in reverse) in almost all Griñán has been the Andalusian outfit to the core, and offers us new bread and circus attraction of his plan "Andalucia 10 "which is" to export a picture real modern Andalusian Autonomous Region, to promote forums, conferences and debates to show our achievements [...] to talk about very advanced profiles of our society: gender equality, ecological agriculture and high-speed "... they have been stupid face?, me too. For starters, the politician who appeals to reason with clever words, but seeks to stir the primitive instincts using populist speeches, is doing exactly what it claims to hate: " Ella [Andalusia] gave me a home and have to close it eyes forever but it is what gives me life. So I loathe their subjects. I hate the funny that blend with them. I hate those who look with contempt and south, from a stupid superiority, we are accused of laziness or being held captive by grants "How nice, Presidente!, Sure you have just won several hundred votes of Andalusian lights are not sufficient to understand the emptiness of his words, but it turns out its role, Mr President, it is not tearing his hair out publicly scorning those who laugh at us, but stop fighting because they had reason to do so. Their function is not order by decree ceases to be reality, not impose change from the top of the pyramid, but find a way they work hard from the ground for that change actually occurs.

Last Saturday, the story on Antena 3, Jerez anthology put out a leg when they spoke of the match at the Bernabeu, "perhaps they will order the TV show only Andalusian graduates and engineers?," And where they are going to out, if we have ensured that the tail of the English education system in terms of academic results throwing, yes, blame Franco and ancestors? Or maybe disallow work actors to give life to specialize in Andalusian ignorant: sorry, Fernando Tejero and company, you are going to go to the order of arrest and Paulino Griñán Plata. And who will pay "Andalusia 10"? According to the Board is going to go free, because there will be a lot of entrepreneurs who have nothing better to spend the money, seriously, does anyone believe it?

Our regional government boasts about how much he has moved to Andalusia along the years, but avoids saying that the others have equal or more advanced. It is great that we are no longer an extended version of Buñuel's Land without Bread, but the fact is clear that ignorance is rampant in our land. We see the inside, how they're not going to see the outsiders? Their Lordships today want to show our face high-tech , but yesterday made institutional campaigns with the order to "speak Andalusian" trying to put us against our own language and delving into the worst clichés ... They really do not care what we are legs, the only thing that really interests them is that not fit. After decades of promoting our image of clapping and tambourines, have realized that this is not the way, and now seek to hide with make something that can only be fixed with plastic surgery.

La Voz, Jerez, September 22, 2009

South Park Nambla Song

explanation the next day ad Dib Salim

There is a blurred image in the glow of the desert. A picture is lost in the glare of the heat and crushing sun. There is a house that seems made of the sand around him and a lot of ink-soaked cloth, hanging from ropes. There is a canopy of color and seething robes amid the laughter of the women and the cries of vendors. There are places, dates, screaming. Smoking hookahs, traders fervent, a wedding procession through the crowd. In a side alley. A strange Moorish arch separates the patio and the passenger market. An alley that has seen Saracens and Egyptians, Carthaginians and Romans. It's dark and almost cool. An oasis in the desert shades of light. There are paving stones on the floor and steps reverberate against the walls. In the background, if you hear it, distinguishes the voice of a woman. Sing as tunics drained water from a ditch.

I go. Came to her through the dark hall. I stop right in front of a clay vessel and look in the water. I see my skin and my hair dark black. The cloth of the turban on his shoulders. I look at the arms and I see the coat and dirty hands of sand, large nails, long, tanned fingers, palms full of lines that intersect. The scrubbing stops listening clothes and empty place around the outside. I look at this woman who is beautiful. She looks at me and smiles. It takes me by the hand and leads me to the nearest house. Inside there are pillows, a rug that covers almost the whole place, fabrics separated by spaces, some vessels, images of gods who do not know, carved wood, painted on canvas. She turns incense in a container, said things I did not hear. He stands with his back to me and drops his robe. He turns and looks at me. Says the first thing I fail to understand:

ad Dib Salim ... Salim wolf.

Take a container and kneels behind me. I removed the robe from her shoulders and begins to pass the scented oil pan on my back in a slow massage. I wonder who he is, his name. I do not answer. I ask because I am in a time that is not my time and a body that is not mine. There is no such time, he says. There is no such body. Salim
sell rugs on the market, his father sold rugs and his uncle owns a caravan. Salim asks questions and brings them, he says.
I ask who I am then, why am I here, what was the meaning of all time spent.
No you never were. You're not.
And why are you talking about me then ask. Because
talk to Salim.
You are not only there.
You do not exist.


You are a dream ad Dib Salim.




Photo: Violet as captain for "Friday's Girls"

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Leather Bracelets That Are Engraved In Las Vegas

Didascalia




A man approaches a woman and tells her he loves her. She
says
"I have no time, no I do not care, I'm afraid,
not want to complicate ... to see if it goes wrong "

A woman kisses the corner of the mouth of a man and says
lips that do not need to articulate otherwise.
The account does not felt the kiss and is not feeling. Smile
frivolously, turns around and goes, as if nothing had happened.
does not say
"I have no time, no I do not care, I'm afraid,
not want to complicate ... to see if it goes wrong "


But he says it.


lost lovers, good people all, is
but lost.

She says, not says. Because she did not say

And yes, but not now, before
Then she said, but he said nothing
Except when she said, that he kept his mouth shut
And there seems which fortunately for both,
For end is not understood.

That, as seen,

is exactly what they were looking.



Photo: Blondie as captain for Friday's Girls

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Hiv Testing Accuracy 3 Months

Griñán New York: Fall

"Now is the hour of decision, the time to revive the spirit of our ancestors, was a common adventure for all men. The first man on Mars can be done in the early eighties ... "

These words of George Mueller, a NASA manager, summarized the mood of the American people after getting the greatest technological achievement history, something which was only possible thanks to the union of all the political, economic, scientific and ideological nation. We see images and read books in those days, and we feel that children belong to a distant and lost, when hope could knock down any wall and perseverance to break any rock. The sad thing is not to recall it, but see what's left of everything today. Came the seventies, and Americans again lost innocence (people can only lose it once, but societies do cyclically) this time in Vietnam, but when they nailed their flag on the moon and took a decade and being nailed nailing bayonets at the hands of Charlie . They say that American society is a child, and the mature European and elegant, perhaps that's why the Americans prevailed and still do. The enemy was clear to the eighties, was strong, large, and was on another site. But that changed, the enemy lost power and we all rejoice because we knew it was better to balance the fear of what would come next. The triumph of Reagan, Thatcher, Wojtyla, Walesa and millions more like bring peace, but the new enemy and became strong in hatred, ignorance and paid by the misery, and this time was strong and weak, big and small, and was far, near, inside and outside, everywhere. Then came 2001, and some rockets or missiles were not going to the moon, they reached their destination early and vertical. And that itself was a big step for humanity back, but certainly big: the power of hundreds of fans with poison instead of blood, changed the world more than the power of millions for the progress it had made 32 years earlier.

September 11, 2009. The world remains what it has always been: a game board that men should love and kill with the help of their superior intelligence, but his instincts are lower. New York remembers its dead 2,751 religious services, light towers, concerts and even a career in which you can customize the dorsal to say in memory of who you run. The President will speak and all his people will make the speech. America will never forget those who rest in peace. Within six months also celebrate this anniversary, there will an act of surreptitiously in Madrid, which ones and which will disown another, and the bodies of the trains will fly from left to right and from right to left, old and elegant Spain. But not in New York is love and brotherhood all that glitters, business is business , and if the Empire State was built in less than a year and two months (those were different times), Ground Zero is still a lot in the no budget to raise the new towers planned for more than memory and pride cries ask to be re-raise the Twin Towers as they were. Build what you can build, always remember that although it seemed that everything would change in 1969, was in 2001. And since you never cease to be those who dream of returning to crash aircraft into the heart of the city, you know, at least, to be superseded by the man who will fulfill its destiny, for those who succeed to put his foot on Mars and beyond.

La Voz, Jerez, September 8, 2009. Although in the ass of the world, some here do not forget.