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"Quod Scripsi, Scripsi"

(understand that and I can not correct?;-P)

Sappho falls in love a girl

Sappho was The most beautiful of all the party, tortured by loneliness amid the bustle absurd for her birthday, smiled for all the expectation of the concert they had prepared his friends kept looking at that woman she began to adjust microphones with an incredible voice. Remember

immortal night where the light fell on his face livid outrage shortly before submitting his voice imperceptible "The most fascinating song, Pictures of You, The Cure, with love for you", great interpretation of that girl woman I barely knew it was a hard performance that warmed women's hormones. Its very white skin, his beret styling her hair, her big eyes and his lips extravagant amortized the loneliness that suspended in time.

Unwittingly, the small figure flees his recall, two weeks ago that party where he heard her sing for the first time, in honor of his birthday, twenty-nine. The singer accepted his friendship, gifts sent to him days later, calls to see how he was, without foreseeing that he had an intense love that encouraged just talking with just singing, just by existing.

Eros sings like a bird English

had been five minutes from the time agreed, while she doubted if I should leave, he came as fast as he could and waved. Eros hello , do not panic. Do you? The waiting in the corner, I thought it would not come. You treat me for. I can not. Why? Because you're the doctor. Please treat me to you, talk in the coffee of the next street. No thanks, I walk better. With the first steps in the discomfort of feeling disappeared observed by passersby who looked surprised. Was it the first time they saw a girl dressed in black, with black nail polish and dark shadows in your eyes? Never understand a consummate singer and thought it would be the last time I was waiting there, dressed as Dracula's daughter in a mall.

nervous, long hair and shabby appearance of whom accompanied her, walking suspicious, imagining its dismemberment in view of everyone in a restaurant either, the better to be on the street, with multiple opportunities escape if necessary. Did not think to accept any edible, the traps would be for her that day. No way.

I had known for a page Internet social, he had mentioned that his tastes were similar, and sent the groups songs she liked, she paid no interest, until he started talking about his depressive trance, and he offered her help, telling him that many sometimes had treated similar cases. Her child in her madness, had drawn a face that was similar to that afternoon, a man with long hair, wavy, savior of souls and spirits bloody. Reflected in papers all dark poems he dedicated to . Was sure would please him and it was.

was the first time they had seen, walked the streets near the domain him. I knew it was dangerous, suicidal, but needed help, needed to feel that he lived. He told the reason for their problems, and he kept looking at her until she blush, invited him back for coffee, she refused. Then ice cream. I do not want, thank you, if you so hungry you go with but I do not invite me. Why so elusive. No, I have no hunger for truth.

sat in a restaurant is many blocks from the starting point. He relaxed when talking about music. So you're a singer. Yes, a professional singer. You like any particular style. The rock, of course. Smiles for the first time all night. Gave him a disc of songs from the best artist of all time. She watched him excited, it was impressive to see him sing with his eyes closed, feeling his face burst in each English word, his lips were about a man who sold the world. That song is very good. Of course, the better. The two began singing . She sensed that at that time I was in love with this stranger, and not reject their kisses when they parted, and are not offended when he told her to go see the stars, and not intimidated to say what would be his first time and never left him, even though the infamous mark of disloyalty was sealed on the lost kisses another woman.

Eros, love in its purity, had lodged in his heart.

The Volupia explodes in the supreme sound of a tom.

She was aware that his first was not going to be the last, to come others, it was his destiny to be an apprentice and teacher, singer and spectator.

The city turned off its lights, that night he had defined what love felt for her, how much they coveted his skin, and how unhappy he was committed to see the bird English. She just tried to hide in the balcony, eager to leave that meeting without remorse. Its proximity to the wind fell silent. She looked at the sky, pleading, hoping not wish, valiantly resist the urge, like the time he pulled the pole in the middle, before the fast, battery ready to play freely.

was ready for that animal which has not yet persuaded, and made her change of feeling, she still loved her first man, in every touch, when he came down the curve of her neck, he repeated that he was in love with another , and while covering his hot kiss mouth she screamed that she loved her savior, the boy regaled him with pain, sensual an invitation to make the balcony a transparent bed in the middle of the sky, making love and without fear of being seen, the more excited . Is your loved one would have that sixth sense, perhaps the call to ask how you love, you done to make your voice lessons? Perhaps, owned by the halo of the pheromones of his beloved, run after her to find her affair with her best friend. Can there be much chance that prevents consummation of the hottest sex of his life? No.

was not surprised when he took hold of her hips to the railing. Sweating disappeared in every stroke of the wind, hidden language, pervasive, and ardent cut her lips, the warmth of his hands sought support not to fall for the latest attempt to link in your legs. He had enough force to knock it down again on ground while biting her neck as she asked, did not like vampires? "Biting is not shocking but it was something deliciously sick? He was with her, the woman five years older, a crazy era did not understand how to love without fanaticism.

Finally, he in it, Volupia exalted their bodies, venerating their tenacious movement. Was really a vampire?

Sappho, closes the chapter with his revenge

Sappho longing every second to be with his beloved, then to confess their desires, he noticed his giddy flight, he had repeatedly called despite the request not to bother her again. But the appeal of a wounded woman was stronger, he agreed to talk to her one last time and personally.

went into the house, like the time he was singing, the cigar burned in the hand of his jacket, he decided, was coming more and more. Having her so close he felt his excitement, his last puff smoke reflected an exhausted breath.

She, watching everything, just threw his head against the wall avoiding the breath, if she tried something, he thought, would rise from the sofa, and never see her again, but felt the strange strength of Sappho, who held the arm, moving, slowly rested his legs on her, pinning any easy way out, "This means that you do not feel anything if I get to you?" "No" "Why not, do not feel my heart beating next to yours? " "Yes, but I think you're crushing me, I'm going" "No, you do not leave without having tasted my kiss," "You're crazy" "Let me kiss!" One hand he held his face tight and another approaching cigarette to her cheek. "No!" Reflexively covered her hands, and took the cigarette on the floor pushing the hell lesbian priestess, "you're a stupid, mean that I have who I love and who love, understand that I have the same tastes you, you're crazy. " He fled in terror.

face hurt terribly, it was observed carefully in the mirror of the taxi and warned sore spooky, and despite trying to defend himself, could not avoid that horrible mark on her face. That night, just anxious to get home, heal the skin and the soul, it was too live in such a short time.

Cydia Source With Emerald

Mythology Love Life in the dark Tied

"Time of Love

dark love that only a cigarette

occasionally shines

love that lives in darkness

"

who was Kryptonite, obstinate, I rang the phone. Did not take into account how little it was decent call a lady stress and dead tired at four in the morning, but insists and answered in the cloud that floats before my eyes. Hello? Supergirl Hey, can we see ourselves? How? Kryptonite, and allow yourself to be looking times impossible, are four in the morning and I'm jateando, call me later. Yes? You sure you do not want anything now. Absolutely certain, I dream hair. Is my Supergirl, I'll call you later. Okay, call me later. Never called.

While taking breakfast I wondered if at that time had left at home after a concert, recital or brood dance. I was offended by the last times I tried to quote me alone, after 11 at night or very early, but not in a time when she was awake, of course not. I suspect that he suspects that she suspected me, but what would suspect if I have always rejected all proposals made me suspicious, well, most of them.

all had lunch together at work, just swallow the food, shocked by the revelations he was doing this man's apparent physical weakness and lean conception of love.

- Love is sharing.

- But what if he loves her.

- equal to the share.

- What?

- Bah, if married, cohabiting, single, widowed, never mind! I'm not jealous. Nor should it be. Here the problems begin when they think they have rights, where you go, why would delay ...

- But Don Juan, Have you ever been in love, right?

- You can fall in love with several, my dear Beatrix, in my heart there is room pa 'all.

Laughter mingled in all the tables in the restaurant, and perhaps also passersby on the street smiled at the relaxed commentary, with emphasis jungle of this thin sir.

Change

channel and see the set of a morning, a guy speaks slowly, surrounded by women exalted.

- But not going to play the role of dumb doctor.

- It is a very simple question, one must distinguish two things, or we are dealing with an act of infidelity or are faced with a scene of jealousy.

- But jealousy guide us with evidence to confirm this act of infidelity.

- I repeat, we differentiate between an act of infidelity and an act of jealousy, because if gives the person you're with someone other than you, just know what the solution is complete. But if you are against an act of jealousy, I suppose because you do not answer the phone, because you're late, there is another person. The woman or man, whatever the case is, presumed, suspected, that there is infidelity, but jealousy are just that, a feeling that often creates fights before knowing the true fact, and makes the mistake. Those who can not trust will never be happy, jealousy always leads to complete a relationship.

- Watch Beatrix, back in my village a man can be with many women because we populate our territories.

- is a ridiculous excuse, when it will fall in love.

- You can love a thousand, two thousand times, but why go themselves to watch?, Is ridiculous, one born free.

- Oh no, I can not do that if I have the slightest suspicion, if you give me reasons, I leave, I'm not endure to touch other women and then want me to touch me.

- It's worse, remember, the perfect jealous women to men, the next one do better. Or you think you are committing yourselves right? Your boyfriend knows how to hide and how.

Silence in my arguments, I had been without words.

- See?

- Well, looks like .. now that I think is true, indeed, when I check his phone, and have deleted messages that are not mine, or records of calls a day. But he is quiet.

- Relax, sarcastic laugh-only care more.

- How bad, how I

sow discord - is useless, you must live and let live.

- I refuse to accept it.

The wine was about to end, I observed the last puff that gives the cigar, and finally, my friend has become that which he hates so much: a bohemian poser. The women are educated repression for centuries, they have gotten the idea of \u200b\u200bvirginity, marriage and such crap. But just skinny, that does not account for any infidelity, you're justifying it all. I'm telling you lean fish, that the natural state is polygamy. Try to exercise your brain, imagine a woman who has not received all the cultural baggage of monogamy, and she finds herself alone on an island, three men let him go no more ... you think that a month will not sleep with those three at the same time? And why assume that it will do, if everything is basically hormonal and when the woman does not want not to fish, to see three men on a lonely island will not return nymphomaniac the next morning, if you like the guy, well, if not, by 10 ships docked or being pulled out of there, if it falls, mark your territory and no one else has his sexual object, and also happens in men.

Bebe start. No, you're wrong, you do not understand, as there is no one to point and say, what you do with three men, sick, nymphomaniac, as he called, she will feel free and normal docks with legs. Hey skinny, your livelihood is illogical, because some time human beings have ceased to be as Neanderthals, the animal is down, I'll tell you. Ya, still in your world of faithful men and women.

New

morning, with that familiar feeling of nausea that makes me cheap beer. I extend my arms on the bed, and turning over my body, the sight of me admires her beauty, her hair on the pillow, her body taut, her head back and gives me good morning.

Seeing as two years ago, I see every inch of her body, her skin is not perfect from the scar, the mark of an emergency that almost killed him. But still, unhappy with the taste of a mutual betrayal, I leave sad, because I know that there will be another morning, hugging her angel skin. The final decision not to spoil the life tacit shines in our last kiss. Everyone dresses up without saying anything.

The questions remain, as he begins the hard work of rejecting proposals dishonest. Since that morning, I say no to kryptonite, if we ever meet again fall into this vicious cycle to see where I want. Forbidden love: get out to hell.

Canestan And Breastfeeding

- Impossible! How else?

- Yes, I cheated with the beast of his boss.

- Damn asshole, but does she?

- Yes then, eh not judge, but well-rata, all this time the asshole out with that.

- How to "judge not" dumb

- Do not imitate me, moron, well, is that I have not told the whole story.

- Yeah, sure there are more carnecita. Tell your guy's soul

- OK, but ask for another soda, I have a hangover.

- RIP?

asshole

account

is a bit complicated, so do not make faces while I listen. Okay, but if you start counting burst in one. Well, I am telling you.

And? So what? Then bring sodas. Account or I'll fuck you and die with your story choking in the throat. Okay, but do not despair, because it's not a great story. Hey I'm going to throw the bottle on his head, starts shit! Okay, well, quiet.

begin, yesterday afternoon I left my job, as you know we are in time of inventory, we made plans to go dancing with the above, and calls me to tell me we can not us because they are tired unprepared, and I will tell ya all stupid darling, I'm going after my job, if you're too tired morning we meet, she tells me that afternoon would be better, had to deliver a charge to your premium or something. Order, ja insurance and instead of giving the order is delivered it, hahaha. Do not interrupt it, asshole. He goes on, sorry. Boxes stored them until I saw a message on my phone, what doing, Camila, I reply that I'm leaving my day job and how she was, she tells me bored and obviously if she was bored and I did want to leave, the equation does not need any more variable. We agreed to meet nearby, in the bar of the avenue.

Everything was normal, because although we had some time ago, everyone was with their respective partners. No lie, I saw rich, the dumb excited me with their mini-skirt and boots, why deny it's very sexy when he wants. Or when you're drunk. Streets you shit, I disruptive comment. Hey but if I can not comment then you better not tell me then why I can not comment? The skinny was drunk right? Yes, but we're talking about it and I'm putting my story for your comment. Follows.

I saw beautiful, and I repressed the praise they had come, would not lead to anything else. It was a gathering of friends at the end of the day, not seen months. Yes, folks. Yes because, folks, do not be surprised that many former can be best friends. "Unless they do not get drunk? Let us, spoke of her work, her husband, her Casota and still had problems with their parents, not mature, the same problems since I've known.

actually talked all, always speak the same thing, quantum physics, Einstein and singers they liked. We ask the classic, what While preparing the response of Pisco that woman! I check the exact spot of lemon, syrup and ice, but we take no more than half, because the place closed. Hang in there, what time they met. Plan half past nine p.m.. And at what time the place closed? Two in the morning. Long time were not talking about Einstein? Do not spent more? Wait, I'm almost half of the story. Bah, you should be a writer, because they have patience things you can not say if you threw it or not a good time. You see shit? What are my friend, do not just want to tell the facts, but what I felt at that time. But no need to count more, and I wanted to shoot threw it and are still warm from her because her husband left you for that now, right? What else are you going to say no you told me and denied later. Haha, yes then I have always had to feel something strong for her, and then I was already passed, but when I saw not know what it was, it seemed the most beautiful woman on earth, about acting and all I love seeing him play his role as professional and intelligent girl, living the life of an irresponsible teenager. I love her, is like a picture you might see all day in a gallery.

Speak, "spent more than a conversation Friends of years? Well, yes. Yes?! No way! Course, is that you did not want to hear?. No So tell me the truth not what I want to hear. Yes, shit, the bar we went near his home where he has a friend in another bar owner cove, and call beer, and mix it with what we had been in Pisco. We kissed and good, we went to seek shelter there. I threw it to the skinny, your ex, do you? "Being in love? Geez, do not judge me. Do not judge you, I'm surprised, I thought you never dare to be unfaithful to ... the asshole, which is why you sought to be with her, you knew you were watching skinny with his boss on the sly. Nothing, knew nothing. Above you did for revenge. Damn, again that face a judge. It is a surprise, brother. Nor was the big thing, we were too drunk. Certainly, and what did he say it, why he accepted. At first I said no, we're going to ruin the friendship and say that cheap flowers for not taking responsibility, because she ended up blaming me for having disrupted the friendship, as if it depended on us having sex.

did not want to talk about and we parted, she was embarrassed guess, because I said when I said I loved her. Is not love you, simple. Not so, of course, I still love, she loves me less, but does not mean I do not want. Ya, did you not tie it again. I walked to think a while, I was blocked, I remembered my skinny, because I wanted to call the dog was the worst garbage, one of those jerks who take advantage of the carelessness of his thin tired to go out with another, at which point, I raise head across the avenue and see unprepared, out of a dump that bastard hugging his head, I almost hit by a car, crossed like crazy, ready to kill them both, especially to her, asshole. And just when both saw me and she was tieza, I stopped, caught, blocked, curse, with all the surf was up. And you know what I said? How to say not going to beat them? Wanted, what would do, he was raising his arms, but I was paralyzed and with all the fury of my body I could only drop: "Bitch asshole ... we are tied", then I turned around and walked blocks and blocks until you get home.

- What a fool!

- Yes, my thoughts exactly.

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Eclogue

A unborn

for Many hours and days pass ever soon That

the tides Have Caused the flame to dim

At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom

Is this to end or just begin?

" A ll of my love", Led Zeppelin.

I

watch my hands, this time, like many others, do not hold anyone, do not answer the obvious questions, no way aware of what unknown. Certain times, when under the guard always appear the same questions, then I imagine in the arms of other hearts, smiling and excited, would be women high, low, dark, simple and lofty, is not yet possible to determine, only trust your tears creates the connection and history restart.

II

wildly My room was lit by the dawn light announced the bombing of a busy day, was the semifinal of a tournament and should arrive early. Blue pants, orange shirt, black jacket and brown shoes, I ran, huachafo to infinity, but always confident about my talent, not yet exist that elusive concept, sorry. The whereabouts was creating the strategy to win quickly and get out as soon as possible for whatever reason.

She was asleep, I see her thinking of the embraces and caresses of September, the month reached genesis of great love, in fact he did not remember his face, but unconsciously memorized their personal tastes, I could imagine in any situation with exact words emanating from his mouth promiscuous, his room flooded with alcohol, echoed the kisses she received from him, hated her for not knowing me, and he despised him for leaving without much pain, yea, I hated it because he had set his heart at a distance impossible to attack, did not suffer, like me, to not see him suffer.

bus route again distracted, reading signs and streets, and suddenly, the song he had tuned the driver stopped the hearts and accelerated other muscles, was the summum of the cosmos, beautiful, strong and destructive track of who knows what pace. Did not they invent more than men who got involved in rock? Robert Plant was singing without knowing that I changed to lower whereabouts before and not continue torturing me with their messages of Saturday morning.

III

On nights where the suicides plague the street when the morning revived the most dangerous corners of the city, and they are filled with trash and drunks, I think in life you and without you. When someone dies who did not want to die, when someone suffers in the next room, I can only think of you. In your hair does not grow that force me to hide under not one, not pat anyone, that I am not dead inside me for you. It's sad that reveal a vague picture was never taken, a birthday is not happy, another month without hope. I wonder if it would have felt the oppression of your past accepting the sentence, otherwise forget and surrender to the flow of life, which always carries with rocks and mud, which always chokes and kills without shame.

I wonder if I cried with me.

IV

your father singing a song while I held her, after the semifinal, when we are sub-champions in October two years ago after long journey to make that decision that I would retain their voice in my memory, after games, and rocked, he embraced what was left of me.

symptoms disappeared, his voice again in the morning in dark evening, was the first time I heard Amy was the first time I knew abandoned for a better match. It was the first time as Eric Clapton lost his Tears in heaven, or Robert Plant All of my love. You were dying and I flooded in the middle of October of that frustrated musician-writer relationship. How I loved you then, and how much power accumulated in my sadness. She was for him and you disappeared for us.

vampire world and I took him by my side, whenever I see you in the arms of others imagine the endless chances of your name. Tonight I am with two cathedrals over my mouth, I decided to listen tonight Robert Plant, tonight I decided to start embracing my unborn child in a body that never fled.

toast to you and for forgiveness. Is there forgiveness in the afterlife?

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Insights into the beyond abstractio :::::: ::::::

I concentrate, and I extend my hands around my knees, exploring the Lotus position of yore, without hurting my joints, I go a little further, so that my aura cosmic satellite, Frequency Modulation, I think it can transmit say

Hello, I know you're busy, first, thinking about the reason for the existence of this dimension, I know, I'd be in shock after the disappointment, "Oh, Carax, there was life after death." But hey, you're there.

opposite of what you expected, I am not who you owe one of your many books stolen, I'm not a fan, nor do I want an autograph. Okay, I know that everyone loves you, you gave distinguished awards, the most widely read and value you as one of the best writers of our time, but the truth? I do not like, sorry, Bolaño, I'd like to like you, first, because it would be a nice way to return the favor to a friend, "I loved it! Very good Thanks to lend it "and second, because we agree much political tendencies, but no, I like your style, let alone make me your stories, but two or three stories, others seemed so little for your place" Phone Calls ".

We'll split sentence of Jack. We will do an autopsy on your genius and my bad taste, or my sincere way of feeling things. Following the words of my professor in college, we will ask how well Bolaño is Bolaño, and why he likes what he likes, and has written and posted, that is, elaborate a little, very brief, theoretical framework to understand you a little.

Bolaño
admired Cervantes, Melville, Stendhal, Joyce, Kafka, and guess, to Borges, all echoes on the keyboard, there was light. Of course, those who like Borges, I come to admire so much as to seek shelter in his style in words with meanings fed up with stories and characters recreated but have almost the same speech as the author. Also, those who worship Borges hardly have the sensitivity and stylistic expertise to enjoy Gabo and company, that is to highlight, Bolaño little interested in Gabriel García Márquez and MVLL. Tomas

convoluted definitions, some authors who impressed naming only, illustrations of the experience your circle of youth, poets Poser and there, a book, obviously, without discarding the friction of free sex to catch the reader. Am I right? Will I follow? How would one of your characters. It was logical, I love the porn genre as much as the police, your novel should have these details unnecessary close contacts to get me away, as would anyone with a small dose of testosterone, I was bored and let him aside, Does the big news was how out of chastity the conceited García Madero?, of course not, but the way you narrate your style very common and more descriptive, missed the memorable scene, all to describe your experience unchanged.

supposed then, that when you read your works you will find more, much more than you. Free your partners, your literary and Trotskyists, your Mexican and English writers, friends, frequent and widespread in other books. I always stumble with your custom pleased to mention, without my asking, what authors have read and admire, always one of your characters will mention Rimbaud, Lihnn, and Nicanor Parra, that's plausible, but scatter in almost a full page one by one the authors I read García Madero in those years, separated by commas miserable barely managed to rest the view was truly unbearable. Your oral exaggerated made me wonder if the critics did not read well your book "Savage Detectives" before refrendarte praise.

Finally, by some strange coincidence, right, while going over some pages of your "Calling" fell into my hands one of the most sublime books I've read, Gabo, of course, "Strange Pilgrims" (who did not I have read, what is expected to lower the net!). It is extraordinary, are stories polished, with the perfect balance of characters and absurd lost, love in every one of them, descriptions and environments, Gabo know much more than that, impossible not to love what he writes.

appreciate not all the same, I've read in a physical book and a battered Gabo in txt format that enabled me to my reader of texts, but still flies and quality of media releases, the words have come and see what I can only marvel at Gabo and disappoint your style.

Maybe a friendship like yours I would have fed a lot left, practice, worship, writer, poet, daring. But I met you but through your text, and well, I told you, I do not like. Thanks for listening, because so far no answer. Since we're here, Can you pass the word to Poe? You translate, yes. What do you not know English?

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feel the violence of my bed, I fell on it, while an invisible program in music player and poignant suicide. In the white ceiling imagine the scene of Poe, notes progress in their torture, united, threatening down on my skin, like the pendulum sharp it will cut my stomach. Suddenly, can not move further, a memory stops night time. Conclusion

last night: No one else has managed to move me so much of pure contemplation of his lips

Prayer

beat the fear and take the whole glass of beer, I filled the throat of its bitter taste. The night is inconsequential events, where the sentence was to celebrate a famous murderer. Ofcourse, what they talked about the importance of escaping that fact. It was the great monologue of success, not sure if it was the smoke coming from your mouth without intent to mine, or your emotion that left me speechless. You're focused and you can throw your beliefs on the table, fascinate me. How I long to be like you, blind both to shine. I speak of my dreams but me ashamed, and you, as I guess, I demand that these are the highest possible. As Asks difficult, you do not care how, just look at the target, impossible or not arrive. You

full energy, I see your skin, piercing eyes, your hair still wet and subject; neat. I knew you wanted to hypnotize, that night I was your prey and did not affect me, or actually do, so I went safe with not under the tongue.

The place becomes vacant, the owner closes the door, and the TV I see that my team is winning, the night was perfect again. Upon leaving, deduced all odds, and war was again myself.

always thought you ready, I was sure I would attend any call, I could have you whenever I wanted, headache, tired or refreshed, like you would come, but my limited by your heart to kill my desire. I am not content with having just your body, I want your soul and your feelings. The inability of your love stop and taste of your detachment soured me a lifetime. Why not call and did not accept more than simple conversations.

The park recovered, the couples sitting on the grass, and lighted trail will not inhibited, there was your skin touching my waist, asking me to drink more beer out there. I stopped walking and I looked like Last time I told you that we will never see again. No more resist the kiss came through my survival instinct, the prayer that had a lot of truth, repeating this prayer while you talk on the table saw.

When I write at night walking back and kisses, the intensity of your mouth and your embrace was not enough to convince me. I refused heroically, after the feeling that always kept me connected to you. I close this Sunday in every word and gesture yours. Perhaps you, the savior of souls, you will understand what I want, maybe I got it and I now have to understand who does did and that is your answer, give me the same thing. If you are not them, "then who?

Today, Easter Sunday, I still hear your songs, which share with the entire city. I only review the prayer Tuesday A kiss from you shall be healed ...

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Vibrant

I have always been certain that men of good music lovers have the infinite ability to conquer a woman, either, even the impossible. This idea was part of conventional wisdom and a child I have read many stories and cartoons about what music could tame wild beasts.

This is clear that the ability to know good music improves the lover, to the point that taste is the weapon and ammunition, all those interpretations cool vocals and instruments. The most exclusive and varied taste in music builds the most sophisticated engine loves to hunt, only the fact, she asks, or simply ask you to share your headset and there's surprise, her lips stretched "That good!" " I also like "an expert chronicle the creative process of that song, learned or invented; the idiot will say a simple "what posh, I have more songs."

I confess an expert, before it was a passionate reader, the Romantics were my forte, but did not say, he loved above all things to the great goddess of poetry, until I discovered the music, the feeling power while flying with her drugged my thoughts. Over the years I learned to handle the emotional strings of the rest, I knew when accompanied with a note should be soft or embrace the break when a good rock. Many friends were fascinated by my great record collection. The world of musical history was in a large room fitted out as a shrine to musical notes and there was no meeting where they entertain the other with their favorite artists at the art space.

The most difficult to tame beast had arrived. The detected just as he entered the trials, thin and quiet, with a blank expression in his eyes, all a statue of ice. I was in charge of music in the play and asked my best friend, director of the work, to introduce me as the genius he was. I felt she did not want to know, I think it was biased, as everyone on the creative musicians, not wanting anything, nor intention of a relationship amical, just smiled when he heard my name and went to rehearsal, there was, what did she want? I did not know, but I discovered with the music.

At that time I enlisted for the party after the performance I caught the fellow's home theater director. I came when I started the toasts, the host spoke aloud: "A Toast to Oscar, the talented musician. Today, as on other occasions, he has brought the best to listen and health for me, because I earn the reward of this critical year, "I waved my grateful head all smiles, even she, not wanting.

A half hour and was about to finish a bottle of Pisco, night lights melted the house, the darkness was turning against my eyes. A few minutes later, felt he could not vocalize whole words, he who had left others in charge of the team, I would say things that do not remember then, my memory has not saved slaps I received, I probably would have talked to each other and not I had understood that it was to hear their problems and for some reason extraplanetary I was not surprised to see her sitting next to me, making contact beyond third type, insurance would use my procrastination to get the information they wanted. I was drinking with her that I half wondered if I could take her home.

went to his house, I never imagined a place so gloomy for a woman so beautiful. Low light, sad and gloomy picture, the street light barely illuminating a group of foreign paintings, one was conspicuous by its lighter color, a replica of the Paradise Tinttoreto and she pleased my good eye began to point out one a fifteen boxes distributed throughout the hall, broken only remember the past that were not short of talent: this magnificent picture is Henri Fuseli's Nightmare, The Ghost of Flea Blake Here Goya The Coven, and of course, if we could not miss him this Saturn devouring his children, like a girl showing their work. I looked at her with contempt, nothing more detestable than a smug, conceited a beautiful and cold.

entered his room, I palpated all the furniture, looking for some damn box that looks like a record player. Hey where do I put music, better bring my player with speakers, I left it in the car. No need, I have not really computer, I do not like the noise. My house is only images and shapes you see. But I said I was going to make noise, but music, good. There is good music. Do you mean, there is music for all and all, maybe your tastes are unusual. No, no music please. His last words shook my arms, amazing, she tried to kill my desire for music and fervent desire, powerful, even more than the sexual promise kisses. Wait, what kind of music you like, that is, if you want to put the Lacrymosa from Mozart, how special it would sound going through the pictures of the house. Is it so important? Well, after the meeting always hear some music. I hate music!. What? That is impossible, and how you act in the theater. With cotton in their ears! Lying, joking, no?, And bring my player. Go away can not stand those things, I thought I would try you, go! You damn buttons! I'm sure I did not do anything strange, I was leaving and she began to throw things that hurt me more and more weight and strength increased with their cries and anger. Was impossible to calm her, was worse than killing, I retreated to my car and ran.

My friend the director did not understand either. In fact only hired her for the tragic death scene, she implements special effects, you should see your videos, bloody as possible. It's crazy, is crazy, has a screw loose, get well just because I wanted to hear music, I wanted to spice up the game, get to your soul. Yes, and then to be obsessed or you look at the output of the tests. Good thing not hooked. Yes it was time for a more cops you. How do one more? nothing, the other was a married aunt, in life. Hey if she hates the music what do you call that?, I love music and I am a music lover. I dunno, we'll find a name, now is the presentation and I have to find another skinny on the effects, not a professional, give up because not getting along with the creative musician. Bah, crazy.

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admit that I looked ridiculous, even miserable, and hated it somehow, I think I came to hate the poses they assumed to be confirmed she was a star, an artist full, raging poetry, music and painting, I say the ball because he never saw her dance. It was the perfect woman.

- No definition is still deliberating the finalists

- But not supposed to have had a week to decide? How I long to pounding her one weekend.

- Patience compare two hours and we can withdraw.

- Ta its mare, so much shit for a bastards who do not have Montalvan.

- Go, if you say you are what mejorcito culture the city.

- It's easy to carry, write anything and you're a poet. There are no poems like before, that the sky fell a rose and picked it up a mommies, or something.

- What are you talking about e , having the 600 Leete poems totally different eh, and decide which will win.

- Are you scratching?, What I'm going to blow all those egg ... ehem , here comes the President.

If smoked or drank too much was expected, at least one defect had to have that perfect woman to cover, totally complete the phrase: No one is perfect. Rarely checked his texts, he could not read his poems without imagining it in your foreign language class rediscovering the new verb conjugations and the omnipotence of I am, you are, it is. Simply, the outlaw Hell was not with my tastes exquisite prose and verse universal, in my opinion he shouted bursting rockets because he liked the black magic and suck the blood of male necks. Do you think I was crazy? The crazy was this chick and all of the critical precursors forista that dedicated her crown and the damned poet of contemporary poetry, "I said right? Do you understand that it was a talent unexplored for many who had not read Baudelaire or Vallejo?

- Gentlemen, I will ask you to be quiet and composure due. To table the jury hear their curses.

- Excuse me lady, will not happen again.

- You must stop talking and focus on serving the guests do their job!

- Excuse me lady, we were talking about football.

- Football? "This awards gala for the poet of the year? Then they say that ignorance is a lack of opportunities. And many wanted to witness this, you are a privileged few.

- Yes ma'am, we're happy to be here.

- Well, I'll be watching from the jury.

definitely gave me chill, no metaphors or his hallucinations of marijuana cheap, no, I was chilling to think that this could be posted by any major publisher, what sordid verses in vain so many trees would kill for her roles stained dark inspiration. It may not be very fair, but true art is. Say that only envy, or that I am jealous of his fame. I repeat, no, I'm proud of what I have achieved half of my publications and my shows, I have not had major problems finding employment in one of the biggest newspapers in the city, and if she published not hesitate to ask column of literary criticism for leaving very clear that there is something of another world that overflows in his writings.

- There are, awaiting the final result.

- were few.

- Of the 50 stops there, what do you think will win.

"The uglier.

- Why?

- In these pods the ugliest always wins, right?

the detail, as opposed to others, so they have a different vision than the rest, probably no one has spent so many minutes at this poisonous flower like me in the previous session. And why I say all this because I know they are thinking publish, I have commented on photo shoots on the bridge of Barranco, in Quilca and others, is a favorite finalist to win. I did not want to impose my opinion, only a net and purely literary event, there are many other talents should be preserved. Discussions I've had as President of the Jury before the rest of my fellow writers have created rifts that finally did not destroy the line of pure friendship that we have kept in years, and I understand why they respect my opinion and that of others, of course not believe I'm the one that holds little value to a poet like her. Considering this, I hope you reach the bottom of the table verifying votes.

- There goes on compadre.

- Silent, Norsa will speak.

I present myself as President of the jury and declare the winner of conciliabulum Editors, Poet of the year as the finest critics of all media. Leo smiled and congratulate the winner is the best, and it goes about her insurance has turned his face to mourn. It is an honor to see the completion of other talented girls who just need the drive to succeed.

- Compare, and everything ready to go cleaning. Pick up the empty glasses.

Yes, I suffer, is covered by a lot Hugs unbelievers, it is not perfect, tonight is the loser of the year, was fourth. It is inappropriate thought, but deep down I love her suffering face. This must be the story of my enemy, a look of hatred is not formed me, now I'm satisfied with life.

- Oe, I have seen the Norsa get the order of the gray guy, more spoiled.

- Your husband sure, who would hold the Norse.

- not your husband, I know the other guy eg banquets. This leg seemed to me the other table.

- What table?

- That eg, where the votes counted.

- That aunt knows all, will be better endured . Dumb that if she knew her husband.

- I stop talking and hurry to leave early.

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When you throw the burger on the floor screaming that you did not like, we look to eyes open as wide as the curtain of the National Theatre. She, her brother and I, overwhelmed with laughter and sat on the steps of the door to watch you with the lack of seriousness that we had. "Calm" reach to say, the second pitcher of sangria had significantly helped your balance, not only emotionally but physically.

We had stopped in the street as fast food, that is, in the truck leaving the pub video, "so that we sober up," eat you too "I ordered, displaying a severely overacted, and chew on anything except my sandwich, "I do not know, chew but do not reach," "all I see blur, the floor moves, it stops! "cried your eyes of Japanese anime, laughter drowned me. In the second I saw repeatedly dialing a number on your cell phone, maybe it was too late to remind you had no credit, we knew: it was late when we blow up your cell phone in the air, "This phone does not work!" and decided to save the innocent victimized by your blood unit intoxicated.

tried calling from my phone as tacit agreement the three that night, each one try to overcome the embarrassment and make no matter what happened then. We came a melancholy sympathy towards the past that we do not do drive away. I answered for you "Hello, are you in July?" The other man's voice kept saying hello, not understanding perhaps my poor pronunciation, "Hello, do you hear?" And started to yell "Alóooo" across the block, "Aloo, answer. " The saleswoman looked askance, thinking of his post botarnos food before scaring their clientele, so that we were their last customers, and the street just had some drunken youths, looking, of course, were the show free of the circus " Drunk dignity "hung the phone.

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ex alcohol in one night was something unimaginable in my concept of trance, or hangovers, a few friends and I had heard other stories no less shameful than that. I had to make the call, sipping ketchup and mayonnaise, making my voice, slow, quiet. I managed to remember your number - reached?, If it was recorded as a scar on his forehead and marked it with all the fear implicit in the act. Who would respond?. Would he still be your number?. The carpe diem memento mori still bothering nobody answer, I insisted, thinking maybe I regret this act of another as never before. I was not wrong.

"Hello, yes?" The voice was very sweet, gentle, kind, and as I always say: So all that I'm not feminine. "Good evening", it was early morning, 3:58 a.m. to be exact, it was indicative of borrachez, low-dignity, "It is ...?", asked him, and that soft voice, unchanged, I would apologize, he replied "Right now he is asleep," "Oh, sorry, I called and they tell me to call back first thing," By whom? On behalf of ... Matilda, took another name, of course, remembering Natalie Portman ineffable in that movie where the girl wanted to be myself, but with better luck. I said goodbye with "good night" and I buried in my guilt, the shame of that act, I laughed with you, my consolation was that at least three were sharing this ridiculous. She also wanted to call to balance the matter, and answered a voice like the brother who hated to be awakened.

neurotic That night ended with the flood of emotions that will never let you forget, you secure more convinced that you do not remember anything. Sure. Do not remember your brother cries when you uploaded to move faster to his home, the "shhhh" most scandalous of your lips for silence, all the wit to fit all three in bed, your nausea, you did the incredible decorations on the pillow (luckily she moved to time). I write and I laugh at your hangover friend. Even pleasure in my mind the feeling of impossible love that three was helping with our drunken laughter. 23 sweet friend. The time of our shock and deep falls.