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Once when I was very, very small, while my dad was cooking and I knew, I was wanting to call attention to eat a raw sausage was on the counter. Hung over it again and again to take a bite, with no results. After a while, I got bored and wanted to eat me seriously. That my father saw me and challenged me a lot.

Many years later, I found a piece of sausage in a mountain of sand in the courtyard of my house. It was dirty and brown. I grabbed it and was very happy to ask my dad if I could eat, but I challenged another pile.

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incomprehensible poetry

Today I woke up between geodetic and sorococas
seeking answers in abstract relations,
Escaping reality of oblivion
symmetric led
Everything seems odivol mark me in your life
poetry or the strength of the atoms in these books make me forget
to you
.
.
. An ellipsis

continue tending to infinity, while no time
bijective between madness and unwilling
forget you - it is not English to
!
Neither my beautiful poem written in couplets strange
Je t'aime pour .... la vie? Neither the French works


Seeking Not forgetting theorems of Gauss, Bernoulli
Ni Ni Einstein with his theories manage to erase
"It is concerning that time without your space is compressed and compacted to tend to a surjective pole approximation without infinetisimal related images on your codomain "
.
.
.
Nothing seems to make sense, and they appear again
Elegant elliptical equations of oblivion, not imaginary solutions
You
my past Why do not you into oblivion?
where it can not find or understand you ... Centres

a theorem to forget to return to my elegance of life, living
between geometry and my poetry
Without rhyme, imperfect.
.
.
.
. Nis nòiccerid asufnoc


but you expressing yourself in my place
projecting images of happiness by your side
flowers spilling these lines q. endless paper. ]

(no space)
I understood, there is no time

time is spent in the past You're
And we will follow our Bridging the
separate universes infinite oblivion. . .
no longer fill my spaces
Nor do I want you to understand me!
Why? I will not finish it
verse, or song, poetry or madness made a point
Term Vowing
infinite write in the silence of silence in the void content
But knowing that you are the muse of my inspiration
Forgot
function of time Curiosa
no tangible relationship level domain
But with a very real and very discreet

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I want to be a revolutionary!

was heard the cry of the earth;

carved by the hands sad

by the same hands that caressed her skin, skin

sons and daughters of the people;

land cries out for justice,

because the land can not produce, in time

lost her fertility, infertile

by the blood of peoples

Stalin, Lenin,

Earth rumbles to hear their names,

Hittler, Mussolini ;

the Earth cries for keeping their remains

Franco, Earth twists again ...

I would be a revolutionary!
There was the terror of the earth;

Fear of men find fake

revolutionaries themselves and not of peoples,

the hands of your children ask for justice,

claim a place in your society it

named for men,

converted into dirt;

Iranian tyranny tremble

society,

sarcasm, selfishness

heard

revolution I want to be a revolutionary! Shouted

hoarse soul of that,

be bruised to walk without finding

windy, doors, windows to a better world

I would be a revolutionary!

all starts with you

be this heterogeneous and contaminated land;

light illuminate your path, but the rain

accompany your destination.

Help us change the new environment,

revolutionary, do not believe a word,

formalizes your ideology,

you have the ability to form your army,

championed by the wise words of change, led by

the commune of truth and justice;

not defeat the power weapons, weapon

power shift, with sovereignty, and vote

I want to be a revolutionary!

this phrase tattooed on the bark of every being,

sowing seeds of struggle and devotion in your nations borders

human

The revolution starts with you,

continues the struggle of the princes of old,

due to the sands of

clock will revolutionize your life, give life to

revolution

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Routine Friday

With China , every Friday night do the same, with some variations. We eat at McDonald's and annoy people. She scares with monster masks and animals, or like us to Anita with 50 balloons, streamers, confetti, maracas and a plastic cockroach.
Last Friday was special because we took a step further. At McDonald's we went three times and was disturbing how slowly in the car chase girls who were alone or in little groups on the street, while China lashes out at them.
funny thing was that minitas not expect such behavior from other women, then when called approached or responded al llamado pensando que les pediríamos alguna dirección, o algo así. Y en ese momento, la China atacaba con un "TE QUIERO VER DESNUDA", o "YEEEEEGUA" a los gritos.
Un momento especialmente divertido fue cuando mantuvo el siguiente diálogo con un grupo de señoritas:
China - ¡Hey!
Chica - ¿Qué? - acercándose un poco.
- ¡Te quiero ver el seno!
- ¿Qué?
-¡El seno!
-¡¿QUÉ?!
- ¡¡¡EL SENO!!!
- ¿El seno?- le preguntó descolocadísima a sus amigas.


Capaz que nos tenemos que buscar una vida, pero qué diversión genial.

Lately several people

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"My good friends, Marco, Skull, writers and pedestrians of the time, life, poems sculptors, architects, poetry, poetry made light, made lives, lives that accompany my"

Author: David Alexander

"The harsh reality is
true happiness"
Happiness is assessing the fairness between reason and desire
for not using reason;
Dawn and an adventure,
where happiness is subtle and fragile, epic
Unsigned and without dedication poem,
Life is a poem,
decides to live in a perfect chorus, a drama entern

or elegant prose, sonnet
dawn light wind, pale and wild. Make
happiness in your poems, writer

harsh realities and utopian happiness.
not write with paper and pencil,
not use reason in your lyrical writer golden sun
poet, troubadour of silence palm
your poems on the moon, mirror
sad eyes, and imposing vigilante

souls and love themselves.
poet, saw the moon with the mantle of your lyrics, sonnets
muses, nymphs, knights without armor
More than the sword of your thoughts. Light
reasonable doubt of second
Inspiration vibrant
mutants, and in turn inspiring
enemies of your poems.
still in the battle, the poet of the moon;
fight against time,
against the cold, pour your blood

prose made the battlefields of
reason why poets have not
because there is no reason to love without reason.

Writing for himself and for the moon, altar of pirates, Inspiration
Romeo Juliet
Desvelo
Continue, my dear poet!
Look back, look at the tracks of your verses
Verses made light, odor, color, path,
goes on in your ride, my good friend
let the moon guide you, land of Muses;
abandons reason and live in your poems
life dreams and sleep without the time,
but always awake, my good poet
with the wonder of your lyrics
letters made life
life made poetry.

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insite to take theater classes, which could be a good actress, I would to uninhibited, and blablabla.
To everyone, I have two little things to say:
1 - ALL act well when it comes to fuck telephone or otherwise, do not exaggerate.
2 - My mom had the brilliant idea before you and sent me to the theater at age 8. I went to one class and horrible and ridiculous things that happened to me masomenos succeeded in this order: "Not well

class began, we sat in a circle and we had to introduce ourselves. When I said my name, my friends (who already knew) said "Oops! Another Guadalupe! But this is trout. They are really the Guadalupe and Guadalupe trout. "Really good wave.

-For X reason, everyone started to tell stories of their holidays. When I decided to talk and wanted to tell that summer I had seen many dead fish on beaches San Clamente, the teacher said "Shhhhh!".

"I had the following dialogue with a girl:
Me: Want to be my friend?
Nena: No.

-class exercise was to form groups , each assigned a song and had to represent it in some way. In my group we played a romantic Chiquititas.
representation that it was girl with multicolored wig, located at one end of the room, stretching his hands as desperate to catch a baby hat in the other end, that did the same facial expression with your hands.
My role was to make depressing dancer at heart, and I was not so bad, until some turra pushed me forward and kept dancing forward and back to the audience.
the end, the teacher made a correction of the activity. He asked all the kids: "What was the fundamental error of this group?". All responded to the cries and says: "GAVE BACK TO THE PUBLIC! JUAJUAJUAJIJIAJJOAJOAJOAJJJEJEJEJ!"


Those who know me, when they see me ask me to dance like in that class and to understand what a "dancer depressing."

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Author: David Alexander

How cold is it?
how hard it is reborn from the ashes!
sad
finding chords that accompany the song wound
a cloudy day, cloudy
the ashes of yesterday, yesterday

happy and sad today
and tomorrow do not you know?
Harpies fly through my head, the heart consume carrion
,
This brief sonnet

muse of my mind And your bolero
here
False return live foolish


business to suffer And I dedicate to you vile woman

These verses
'm Tonto!
For you, nymph

compose a sonnet without rhyme or be something completely

my heart oxide a sketch
words shy and compassion

But it's not a secret
hate you for no reason

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In an instant a flash
became a thousand colors in black and black
absent from all and all this
as loneliness

a common history as the story of a
animal that has to do with the course of the stars, moons of jupiter ... of love or heartbreak, I do not care
me shit it all in National
a storm, love, planets

water and then big bang and you're all just
you ... and me ...

both in the dark
into nothingness at the loneliness

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Oda a la tristeza

Author: David Alexander Martinez

How fast can change your silence my right!
The reason of wanting, feeling
Your silence not only stopped my joy, no,
ended with reason to believe that love is to live
But I live to believe that without you I am only
, Soledad
long have you been
my best friend,
how much we spent together, I left you
aside, I wanted to leave you with forgetting

But again come to me,
With your cold embrace, your cozy fear
with memories that make a dent in This, my beating heart

My heart hurt ....
Stay away from me, you do not want to feel,
Devuelveme illusion that killing time,
those chords accompanying the melody of life, now I remember
, sixteenth note

obliterated by wind-cold by the time.

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was for you a blink
a shooting star

a moment was for me an eternity
and you, you no
and a universe, my universe You become
I

only four lines that project ....
four lines ....
you looking center

four lines make up my
all
perfect man, if you're
you by my side it seems that you do not care
seems that for you I'm bleeding me

my universe and your nothing
a woman named universe of sky and white
neck High
no, no more blind
that will not see ...

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Ka Chords

Author: Marco Aragonés

David Martinez

And there was a
celestial guitar and strings were living them
and bittersweet chords. Notes

silence now I want to hear the loneliness. Notes
soft now that I
think of the future. Notes

value now that the rough look of life. Notes

serenity now that my ideas are knots. Notes

poison now I want to be immune to pain.
and divine guitar Escape and Escape

you write notes in a measure infinite. And the sublime

instrument is used by
hands are not, do not feel
are just incomprehensible.

In: www.marcoaragones.overblog.com

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My beloved heroes

Author: Marco Aragonés

Philological Correction: David Alexander Martinez Salazar

And conquered death

they continue on everyone's lips,
you, my admired heroes. You

appeased the flame of oppression,
predatory killer of the humble.
are you, fireflies in the darkness

guides with light of revolution, struggle and courage.
And although I am not anyone follow the trail
utopian
legacy of all.
They want you, heroes,
share my commitment, but this darkness forged

deaf to the call for harmony.
People
know how long to raise your voice to the subtle domination of the powerful
,
like you did,
my admired heroes.

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