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woke beer cans were there. I could barely open my eyes to light. The temples were asking me caffeine. I went to the kitchen and, as I could, I arranged everything so I heard and smelled the coffee as it grew. I took advantage to open the door with narrowed eyes and pick up the newspaper. Nothing. A beer can was the right thing at the entrance. It was the second time in a week that failed to deliver the newspaper. Not that I care what happens in the world. I care what happens in baseball.

returned to my coffee with the strange feeling that I had to read something while sipping the brew. What remedy. El Pais Digital. The monitor light touches my hypothalamus. I put on sunglasses. I decide to read my mail. Usual. Chain Poets. Poems sent daily with unusual consistency. They have created a niche in which each is a great writer, very important for the continuation of the species. Drew my attention to spam. Beaver Milagros message from Cancer. Snatch a smile. The coffee is delightfully aromatic and spam with a name suggestive. Open the message:


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Your ingrown wastage, Milagros

This is poetry, I could say to himself. My life has a purpose. Somehow communicate with Milagros Beaver. Then I hear that someone is in my room. Someone calls my name with an unknown voice.

The illustration, Munch Nitemare of Kebol Shevic, belongs to the collection Antoine Martorra private.

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La pelea


two years ago, while talking a soldier fresh from the desert, Rafah Acevedo Margarita Espada and recreated for the public etampes Yerbabruja this family. Some viewers
scene seemed sexy.

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Acertijo

Fei Meng Ng

Three animals dressed in green, climbed the stairs to the main hall, three white overalls in three acts, suicide, murder and a sin.
Act One: Mono White suicide walks down the hall, get a banana from his pocket, peeled, eats, chokes, and dies.
Act II: White Mono homicide, take the banana peel, slide it into the crowd of attentive hall monkey's death suicide.
Wait ... 19 people fall blasphemously
'd bruises on their bodies, they die instantly, also falls mono-minute killing, disappearing into the crowd.
Act III: White Mono sin, eat the banana peel left at the mercy prohibited as the crime, committed the sin.
The three met with their roles. Three
hopes stifled in the main hall.
Solo crowd lives in sin with the monkey prohibited.
mono Who is this forbidden?

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La amada de Edgar Alan















With its rim of ants have troubled skin as this server

hear your words.

Under
oils smell like a horse rests in the shade and grass
eyes.

The beloved Edgar Alan
-asleep at the break of dawn-
on earth is more fragile than doubled
man rushes break dust. Hard

ghost between your teeth
word skin burns me with a lightning
oil and nothing

almonds lithography where you lose the name
put this language
syllables varied hearing your quiet roar

that it's you, the beloved of Edgar Alan Acevedo Rafa





This song, performed by DSP, be included on the CD of the group, Psicofante , distributed by Souppress .

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Concerto II


ah, request unpopular
DSP, returns,

With some of rigor
(with Something of rigor?)

Taller Cé
, street Robles,
Rio Piedras,
Saturday May 13, 2006 9:00 pm


follows DSP (de) composed by Marco Trevisani, Rafah Acevedo and Nelson Rivera.

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La sublime raja nacional (fragmento)





















Neither against nor in favor of the a-letheia, I want the
lifting the veils that hide the truth reveals the sublime slice of lie
Antonio Salas, Qin

What I can honest propositions do if you admit that you can only make sense if propositions refer to something existing. Propositions about what is not, strictly speaking, propositions. From nothing nothing advents and otherwise, as pointed out by Lucretius is to destroy the causality, admit that anything could emerge anything else, to assume that things could arise from random and improper seasons. Writing by anyone from an island that there is narrate the guise and form.

I write at night where mysteries bloom or the year in which they lost hope in science and tears hitting or otherwise theoretically because we will never know anything from the wreckage. No doubt, however, that the anti-authoritarian authoritarianism of postpolitical force me, on pain of ostracism, the political correctness of writing but not on, for, as without, above, after
barrows, Hispanic women, gay black, urban young Professionals with AIDS, lesbian mothers or Navajo in the liquid form of identity politics that seems a tolerant coexistence Style life. Writing by anyone from Puerto Rico is to assume that queeresencializa fundamentalism, as sham, disguising the real Other, which in our case is Nobody. (1)

Posting from Puerto Rico is to settle in the area of \u200b\u200bthe fable is not recognized fable. Puerto Rico does not exist outside the story that contains it ... and yet persists in refusing to disappear when there is silence, or when the hand stops moving. Is this what you call Zizek, the inert resistance of the false? (2). Is it time to recognize the fictional story called Puerto Rico puts us on the stage of pre-human substrates? "The hand that writes from Puerto Rico is the grasping hand and locomotor del mono a diferencia de la otra mano desterritorializada, libre, capaz de agenciarse varios instrumentos? No estoy tan seguro de las bondades de esa distinción que esboza Deleuze. La etóloga Janne Goodall nos ha hablado de las emociones comunes, ética y moral de grupo y de ciertas maldades que los humanos compartimos con los chimpancés, como la violencia y abusos de autoridad”(3) Eso sucede con la mano prensil o con la mano libre. Frans de Wall escribió sobre la política de los chimpancés sugiriendo indicios de moralidad en los primates, empatía y, a su vez, complejas tácticas, alianzas, frente a las grandes crisis políticas. Y desde un punto de vista crítico-social, Roger Fouts ha estudiado los orígenes intelligence and shows a parallel in terms of social intelligence and communication adding: "The most important is that our intelligence has insulated us from our bodies, our families and communities and even the earth itself. This can be a serious error in the survival of our species 'long term' (4). That is, the hand being touched and retouched and pull ... maybe it's a way to approach the body in the here, not in word but in the act. But now I think, that we are not sure that facts are facts.

, for example, assist, nomadic, tourism, sponsored, to a conference of Latin American studies in a island is somehow assume the perspective of Cristoforo Colombo. More than one @'ve found what I wanted, indi @ s herman @ s, @ s impudic naked @ s. Placed in the crosshairs of that vintage tale of the conquest of the East were at the end where another fiction, theology, stood Paradise. The discoverer, protected by divine providence was for the power to bring the story to paradise. At school, aided by the institution and LASA, shall have the power to bring devolution to the shining star of the Caribbean. I think travelers Rabelais. Write for anyone, then, allows us, like Thomas More, obviate explanations about disease and demography. Here, that is, in my world, because there is another beyond what I say, instead of having what you want, you want what you have. Write

by anyone from Puerto Rico did not cancel the pedagogical space forever, of Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, to take another example. The issue in this story is who imposes the law and appoints each. Look at the beauty of the landscape from the Nautilus, the submarine, the island self-sufficient in that study to the other and then, not to become monastic customs club, back to the mainland. Perhaps this is the Island of Doctor Moreau, or any other doctor, Ashford, Rhoads, you name it. Perhaps that is what this appearance sometimes called identity politics or other variations to multiple use, ie, approaching from a Nautilus, metaphorically speaking, to tame this monstrous otherness, transforming it into a partner in the horizon of communication discourse (Zizek, 65).

I can only assume that this insularity pleasant experience is completed with the production of the founding texts of the law in a place without history, as befits the nature of these events and all, in one form or another return to the mainland, that legality is no one appointed, the adult side of the rule that all seem to cope with grace, hanging signs with our names.

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The sect of dogs barking
second
is presented to all the stray
Thursday April 20 at 7:30
in La Tertulia Old San Juan (Plaza Colón)

menearán tail arming cross and Felix Jimenez
with Siqueiros eva

Paty Manterola En Bikinis

concerto


Presents Dsp



with some
glory (with Something of glory?)


cé workshop, river stones
April 15, 2006

of software: 1. river rocks, 2. autumn leaves,
3. blue for miles 4. fourth, 5. horizon 6. Bukowski ballad

Dsp is (un) comprising:
trevisani framework, and Nelson Rivera Acevedo rafah

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Hay que ser realmente idiota para...




Julio Cortázar


years ago I realize I do not care, but it never occurred to me the idiocy writing because I think a very unpleasant, especially if the idiot who exposed.

Perhaps the word idiot is too emphatic, but I prefer to put input and warm on the plate though exaggerated friends to create, rather than use any other dumb, parallel or delayed and then the same friends say that one is has fallen short. In fact nothing happens but an idiot seriously puts you completely apart, and although it has its good things is evident that at times there is a nostalgia, a desire to cross to the opposite sidewalk where friends and relatives are gathered in a same intelligence and understanding, and rubbing a bit against them to feel that there is no appreciable difference and all is benissimo. The sad thing is that everything is malissimo when you're an idiot, for example in the theater, I go to the theater with my wife and a friend, there is a mime show of Czech or Thai dancers and is sure to just start going to find function everything is wonderful. I enjoy and I am moved greatly, dialogues or gestures or dances as supernatural visions come to me, I welcome to break my hands and sometimes my eyes cry or laugh to the edge of the runway, and in any case I'm happy to live and have been lucky to go that night to the theater or cinema or an exhibition of paintings, at any place where extraordinary people are doing or showing things that had never before imagined, making up a place of revelation and encounter, which washes the times when nothing else happens it happens all the time.

And I'm amazed and so pleased that when it reaches the range I get up excited and applauding the actors, and I tell my wife that the Czechs are wonderful pampering and the scene where the fisherman casts the hook and phosphorescent fish is moving at half height is absolutely unprecedented. My wife also has fun and applauded, but then I realize (that moment is something of injury, hoarse and wet hole) their fun and their cheers were not like mine and it almost always is with us a friend who also has fun and applauded but never like me, and I also realize that being said with great wisdom and intelligence that the show is beautiful and the actors are not bad, but that there is indeed no great originality in ideas, not to mention that the colors of the costumes are mediocre and the staging very mediocrity and things and stuff. When my wife or my friend say that - they say it nicely, without any aggressiveness - I understand that I am an idiot, but the trouble is that one has forgotten every time I wonder something that happens, so the sudden drop in idiocy brought to you as a cork that has spent years in the basement accompanying wine bottle and suddenly plop and a pull and not more than cork. I would defend the Czechs or pampering Thai dancers, because I found admirable and I was so happy with them intelligent and wise words of my friends or my wife hurt as under fingernails, and that I understand well how right they have and how the show should not be as good as it seemed to me (but really I do not seem to be good or bad or anything, simply being carried by what was going on like an idiot I am, and I enough to get out and walk around where I like to walk whenever I can, and I can so little). And never occur to me to discuss with my wife or with my friends because I know they are right and they've actually done
well not be outdone by the enthusiasm, as the pleasures of the intelligence and sensitivity must be born of a trial weighted mainly a comparative approach, based as Epictetus said in what is already known to judge what is just met, for that and nothing else is culture and sophrosyne. In no way intend to discuss with them and at most I'm just a few feet away to not hear the rest of the comparisons and judgments, while still trying to retain the last images of phosphorescent fish floating in the middle of the stage, though my memory is inevitably modified by criticism I just heard intelligent and I have no choice but to accept the mediocrity of what I've seen and I was excited just because I accept anything that has colors and shapes a little different. Come under the realization that I'm an idiot, that anything is enough to cheer the checkered life, and then remembering what I loved and enjoyed the night is blurred and becomes complicit, the work of other idiots who have been fishing or dancing badly, with costumes and choreography mediocre, and almost a consolation but comforting claim that we are so many idiots that night have gathered in this room to dance and clap and fishing. The worst thing is that after two days I open the newspaper and read the criticism of the show and criticism almost always coincide, and even with the same words with a sensible and intelligent to have seen and that my wife or my friends. Now I am sure you will not be an idiot is one of the most important things for the life of a man, until little by little I will forget, because the worst is that eventually I forget, for example I just saw a duck swimming one of the lakes in the Bois de Boulogne, and was of a beauty so wonderful that I could not help to squat next to the lake and not know how long to stay looking at its beauty, joy, smug in his eyes, the delicate two-line cuts his chest in the lake water and is making up lost in the distance. My excitement comes not only from duck Duck is something that curdles at once, because it can sometimes be a dry leaf that swings on the edge of a bank, or a crane orange enormísima and delicate against the blue sky in the evening, or the smell of a car train when you come and you have a ticket for a journey of many hours and everything will be going wonderfully, the ham sandwich, the buttons to turn on or turn off the lights (one white and one purple), controlled ventilation, all that I look so beautiful and almost as impossible for him there in my power fills me with a kind of sauce inside a green shower of delight that should finish no more. But many have told me that my enthusiasm is evidence of immaturity (I mean that idiot, but choose the word) and thus can not be excited by a spider web that glows in the sun, since if one engages in excesses like a spider web full of dew, what will stop for the night giving King Lear? To me that a bit surprising, because in reality the enthusiasm is not something that you spend when you're really stupid, is wasted when one is intelligent and has a sense of values \u200b\u200band the historicity of things, so although I run from side to side of the Bois de Boulogne to see the best duck that night esamisma not stop me from giving huge leaps of excitement if I like Fischer Dieskau sings. Come to think of the idiocy that must be it: to enthuse all time for whatever one likes without a drawing on a wall has to be undermined by the memory of the Giotto frescoes in Padua. The idiocy must be some kind of presence and constant restarting, now I like this yellow pebble, now I like "L'année dernière à Marienbad", now I like you, little mouse, now I like this incredible locomotive puffing at the Gare de Lyon Now I like that poster torn and dirty. Now I like, I like it so much, now I am, I repeat offender, the perfect idiot to their idiocy does not know that an idiot and has lost its enjoyment, until the first intelligent sentence him back to consciousness of his idiocy and make haste to find a cigarette with clumsy hands looking down, realizing, sometimes accepting an idiot because it also has to live, clear up another duck or another poster, and so forever.

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Ella extiende los brazos















sand bones
mark when the ghost threw the bottle so that someone gets the message
now drink my wings, said the angel , drink my wings

but I'm on a deserted island
nothing but sand flies of the bones that mark the hours
released the track to the message for someone to return the ghost
now takes the message, says the devil, take the message

but some do not drink liquor flight. Sal Luis Sauer

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Caníbales y rock


On Wednesday March 15 will present the book cannibali , Rafael Acevedo. The critical eye will be headed by Mara alabalacera P astor and Felix practices Jiménez meat. Friends are invited to attend the Latin Café, next to La Tertulia in Old San Juan, a seven-thirty (7:30) pm. Liven the experimental rock group The case of Betances .










chitarra 3, watercolor Kebol Shevic

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LOS MENDIGOS




Hsun Lu


high wall bordering a rotten, walking through the fine dust. Other people walk alone. A breeze was up and over the wall, the branches of tall trees, their leaves wither point, stir over my head.

A breeze rises, and the dust is everywhere.

A child begs me. He is dressed in threadbare clothes like everyone else. It does not look sad but blocks my way and while I still whines.

I Like his voice, his gestures. I hate his lack of sadness, as if this were a game. I dislike the way it follows me your whining. I keep walking. Some people walk alone. A breeze rises and there is dust everywhere.

A child begs me. He is dressed in threadbare clothes like everyone else. It does not look sad but it is mute. I stretched his hand in a kind of pantomime. I hate his gesture. In addition, it may not be moved, perhaps it is their way of begging. I do not give anything. I have no desire to give alms. I am above these givers of alms. For him I have only disgust, suspicion and hatred.

borders a ruinous mud wall. Broken bricks have been piled up in the gap behind the wall there is nothing.
a breeze rises, bringing the chill of autumn through my old clothes. And everywhere there is dust.

I wonder which method should I use to beg. What voice do I speak? What kind of pantomime show if I pretend to be dumb?

Some people walk alone.

not receive alms, not even the desire to give alms.
receive disgust, suspicion and hatred of those who consider themselves superior to those who give alms.
beg very still and quiet.
receive, finally, nothing.

A breeze rises, and there is dust everywhere. Some people walk alone.
dust, dust
... ... ... ...
dust.

September 24, 1924.

drawing by Lu Hsun-ching Yan Tao

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"You're selfish.
- Why?
"Because I want as I want.

Fixion Taken from Flash, Hugo Cabral López. Caldus. Mexico. 1979.



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Pelos




Fei Meng Ng

The doctor likes to wear women's wigs when they go to sleep. The particularity of its strange taste is that wigs had to be women's hair. Nothing artificial. So the doctor frequently visited the salon, where hair flying, expand, expand, watered and spread everywhere. Each entry was through the doors of those places have opened a feeling of ecstasy, so much so that his hands were shaking and I felt chills from his toes to the top of his head with subtleties of bristling hair. Ahead of the employees (including women and crazy), stylists (including women and crazy) and the customer, collect the various strands, residues of hair of different colors mixed with dirt floor. Then he took them to his mouth to taste the quality. I do not know what factors depended on quality control, but I'm sure he knew because he expressed with great moans of pleasure as he chewed and played on the floor with these lifeless pieces that once belonged and breathed in the hair of femininity reciprocal . The next step that followed was the smell. Smell the scent of a woman between the saliva and despair. Aspired hair so tightly that there was the sound of wind instrument like a small dry cleaner nose.

Classifying odors, differentiating chemicals, unwashed, dandruff, lice, and so on. I do not know how to perform quality control odors but he knew and that was important. After doing the classifying and picked the almost perfect. In the process a few hairs were going through the nose along with dust and dirt, but did not care, because this graciously coughed and laughed. An orgy of hair lay on the antithesis of his hands ran over her body both internally and externally. The climax took him to undress. The crowd was already touched on both pragmatic in a drama show psychotic. Terrorist! They called the ladies in the middle of the task of digging in those beauty parlors plasticity. Vulgar! She said the strawberries and sexy! the artists present. Stylists no opinion, just watched in amazement. The anticlimax was used to wag with decency, as if to participate in this vile act of conscience remordedor sublime but unable to break their own barriers of fear in such a situation. Could not act on that show because they would be fired. A suicide. Finally the doctor

eclecticism bothered chosen hair in a plastic bag in a supermarket as if you were buying accessories for women secretly once your biological alarm down to orange alert. He stole 1264 hair (the bathroom was in white where the color contrast of the real strings fine woman), a lipstick and nail polish eight different colors, and I'll tell you why, but it sure was not for his wife. Nobody noticed anything, as they all were stunned. Theft, say, the show was a success for the audience. Of course, this is just a small sample of what happens when women visit salons, when making a grand entrance and exit them released. When men do not go.

The bathroom is white, ie white tub, floor, roof and white walls, sink, white toilet, shower curtains, toothbrush, toothpaste, white soap, and check the status of spit and sticky hair.

Approaching the opened tub faucets hot and cold in an act of preservation for their hair, and he was going to wash with a lot of effort but with the gentleness of a mother when bathing your newborn. The process is in the process filling the bath neat white. I say neatly, because it cleans your bathroom every day busily taking care that no waste is nothing if at any time the Secret Service at her home track. Spend three to six hours clearing trails in the bathroom of any clandestine meeting and fetish with an air of thoroughness.

work so hard cleanser makes you sweat heavily, which loves to collect every drop of sweat on a glass bottle for drinking water. Do not worry, do not drink (I think), just like feeding your cat to drink it sometimes feel like having sex with the neighbor's dog. The doctor enjoys that role from time to time at three in the morning. It does feel glorified. So cruel that he would take her to have sex with her cat. This detail only the cat knows. We do not, because she does not speak. Not now. With respect to the aphrodisiac properties of sweat doctor they are not checked. Allergic reactions to such ingredients have been expressed by his cat. Tested on animals.

While filling your bathtub with water, drooling imagining sleeping with her hair, stroking, squeezing and pouring it all over his body as liquid-filled pens wild passion. So his heart was beating fast forward to detoxify the poor hair. She takes it dirty but it's nasty creatures finely hairy. Wished to preserve the original essence of the product. Dr. imagine how many times the hair of women who got their hands have witnessed and have seen their love sex and that excites him more. By the time the bath water was poured on the floor, gave a piercing scream. Was not aware of over time while passing through his imagination. The doctor was sitting on the edge of the bath which also included her sweet hair, when he felt the water wetting pants. Looked trying to find a resting place for the hair. Realizing that swam across the floor, felt a remorse so great against the water hit her badly. It was a futile attempt to save the fine product that was distilled down the drain in your bathroom. He saw clearly how each of its 1264 hair disappear from sight by the drain hole between the top of it and the cavernous tube filled with sewage. Was due to the contrast of its various hair he could clearly see those lives going to the slaughterhouse, to mass suicide and compulsive. The doctor noted the distance from one corner of your bathroom the way of their hair down the drain in the other corner and then to the sewer. He could not move, I was tense for the loss by the powerless to do anything, as if time stopped him. It was a traumatic experience. His beloved hair, their hair, they were gone.

After dry cleaning bathroom and sat eagerly on the edge of your bathtub. I looked at the drainage and the tears flowed slowly crossing his face from his vacant eyes and pale red to the edge of his chin. Fell and recycled in a bottle of drinking water to drink it and get drunk with her. I kept watching it drain. He was stiff. Suddenly, reacted and went for the eight lipstick and nail polish. Once in his hands that wiped away the tears and left the house. She sought her girlfriends and gave them eight glazes each. She painted her lips and kissed each of them. Each time he finished kissing one, he took a touch and kiss to the next. In the event cried when he felt the hairs of those. Girls reminded his fine, which once had in his hands. He remembered everything that had to do for them, since their rescue of love to the possibility that they can be bathed and slept with them. After kissing the eighth, he slept alone. Upon waking the next day, decided to devote the rest of his life to paint your nails to their girlfriends. Always started by the feet and ended with his hands. He worked primarily for the purchase glazes. So he consoled by the absence of his hair and filled his life. His eight brides were eight nail polish and lipstick.

The author is a student. Born in Brazil, to Chinese parents. Is a Venezuelan citizen and currently resides in Puerto Rico. He has won several literary prizes in the university.

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Privacy

I have some business to do west of the state, so take the opportunity to stand in the small town where my ex-wife lives. We have not seen in four years. But occasionally, if something of mine is published or written about me in magazines and newspapers, "a biographical sketch, an interview," I send the clippings. I do not know why I do it, maybe because I think you might be interested. But she never answered me.
nine o'clock in the morning. I have not phoned, and I really do not know how you will.
But let me pass. It does not seem surprised. We shake hands. Needless to say we do not kiss. I passed the room. I've only a few seconds sitting when I bring coffee. Then starts to tell me what you think. He says I'm guilty of their anguish, I've made you feel naked and humiliated.
Quite simply, it sounds so familiar that I do not feel at all uncomfortable.
says: And then you got full on deception. So soon. You always felt good in the deception. No, not true. Initially at least it was not. So you were different. But I was different, I guess. Everything was different then. No, it was after you turned thirty-five or thirty-six, by that time, I do not know exactly when, midway through the thirties. Then you started. Go if you started. You turned on me. We released at ease. You to feel very proud of yourself.
says: Sometimes I have wanted to scream.
should forget the hard days, bad times to talk about that time, he says. Stop and think also about the good, he says. Or is not there? I would like to leave aside the others, ill. It is tired of the happy issue. Tired of hearing about it. Your favorite old song says. What's done is done, and nobody can change the past. A tragedy, yes. God knows that was a tragedy rather than a tragedy. But what comes back to it? Have not you ever get tired of digging up the old story?
says: Leave the past aside, for the love of God. All those old wounds. Surely in your quiver other arrows must stay.
says: You know something? I think you're sick. I think you're like a goat. Hey, do not you believe all that stuff they say about you? Do not believe them even in jest. Look, I could tell you a few things. Let me talk to them I did I could tell something good.
says: Are you listening?
I'm listening, I say. I'm all ears, I say.
says: What I had to put up, sir! And besides, who has asked to come to me? I do not, of course. Show up and enter. What the hell you want from me? Blood? More blood? Thought you were already full belly.
says: Think I'm dead. I want to leave me alone. What I want is to leave me alone, I forget. Look, I have forty-five years. Forty-five, and I have the impression of fifty-five, or sixty-five. So leave me alone, do you want?
says: Why not delete all the board and look after what's left? Why not start yet another board? Do it, maybe you get away.
latter makes you laugh. I laugh too, but in my case the nerves.
says: You know something? I also had my chance, but let it go. Yes, let it go. No I have told you ever. But now look at me. Look! Throw me a good look, now you can. Chuck left me like a rag, you big son of a bitch.
says: At that time I was younger, and better person. Maybe you were too. Better person, I mean. You were, no doubt. You had to be a better person, because otherwise never have had anything to do with you.
says: I loved you so much. I loved you dearly. Yes, I loved you. More than anything in the world. Do you realize? It is to laugh. Can you imagine? We were so intimately united in those days I can hardly believe it. I think that's what I miss most is me now. The memory of having such intimacy with someone. An intimacy so great that makes me want to vomit. I have no head and intimacy with another person. I never have it again.
says: Honestly, I want to leave everything outside now. I'm serious. Besides, who do you think you are? Do you think God or something? You are not worthy even to lick the boots. Neither God nor the boots of anyone, for that matter. Sir, have you been frequenting people not you. But what I can I know? I do not even know what they know. But I know I do not like what you've been handing out hand over fist. At least I know that. You know what I mean, right? Am right?
No, I say. Absolutely.
says: You will prove me right around, right? You give up very easily. You have always been the same. You do not have principles, not one. You are able to do anything to cop-out to less conflict. While that is beside.
says: Do you remember that time you threatened with a knife?
He says in passing, as if it were unimportant.
Vaguely, I say. I probably deserved it, but I remember it well. Come on, tell me, go ahead.
says: I think now I begin to understand ... I think I know why you came. Yes I know why you're here, but maybe you do not know. But If you are an old fox. You know why you're here. You're out fishing. In search of material. "I approach? Have I been right?
knife Tell me what I say.

says: If you must know, I regret not having come to use it. Really. I say with my heart in my hand. I've thought a thousand times, and I am sorry not to have used. I had the chance. But I hesitated. I hesitated and the chance was lost, as someone said. But I should have used, and to hell with it. I should have taken a cut in the arm, at least. At least that.
But you did not, I say. I thought you were going to give me a knife, but did not. Then I removed the knife.
says: You've always been lucky. You took me and gave me a slap. I am sorry not to have used the knife. A small cut, at least. Even a small cut was enough to leave a good remembrance of me.
I have lots of memories, I say. And the point I regret having said.
says: Amen, brother. In case you have not noticed, there's the apple of discord. Therein lies the whole problem. But in my opinion, as I said, remember what you should not remember. Remember the low things, embarrassing. So you're interested so when I brought out the knife.
says: I wonder if you ever have any regrets. If that feeling is worth something today. Not much, I fear. Although you should already be a specialist in the field.
Repentance, I say. Does not interest me much, really. It is a term used very often. Repentance. No, I guess in general I do not feel anything. I admit I have a tendency to dwell on the dark side of things. Well, sometimes. But repentance? No, I think not.
says: You're a great son of a bitch, you know? A ruthless and insensitive bastard. Would you have ever told?
Yes, you say. Thousands of times.
says: I always tell the truth. Even if it hurts. You'll never catch me in a lie.
says: I have the scales fell from his eyes long ago, but was too late. I had my chance, but I let slip through your fingers. For a while I even thought I'd return. How could I imagine something similar? Must be very mad. I have wanted to mourn at sea, but I will not give you that pleasure.
says: You know If you're burning alive now, if suddenly your body is put on fire at this very moment, it would be to kick you up a bucket of water.
laughs at what he just said. But his face serious again be followed.
says: What the hell are you doing here? Will you keep hearing things? I could go on for days. I think I know why you're here, but I want to be you who tell me.
When she did not answer, I'm still sitting there and still continues.
says: Thereafter, from the day you went away, and nothing mattered. Or children, or God, or anything. It was as if I did not know what cataclysm had struck. It was as if he had suddenly ceased to live. He had been living year after year, and life suddenly stopped. Did not stop without more, but with a horrible screech. I thought, if for him worthless, not worth anything for myself, for anyone. That was the worst. I felt that I was going to break your heart. What, you say? I had broken. Of course it broke. So, without further. And still broken, if you must know. That is the truth, in a nutshell. I put it all on you: all your eggs in one basket. That's what I did. All rotten eggs in one basket.
says, find another, eh? Do not take long. And now you're happy. That's what they say about you, anyway. "Now is happy." You know? I read everything you sent me! You thought I was not going to do? Listen, sir, I know him very well. I've always known well. Then and now. I know deep in your heart. All their recesses. Never forget. Your heart is a jungle, a dark forest. A trash can, if you want to know. If you want to ask someone, tell them to come talk to me. I know very well how it works. You let it come by here will learn a bunch of things. I was there. On the front line, Comrade. Then I show off and ridiculed in your ... "Literature." To everyone pity me or be allowed to judge. Ask me if I cared. Ask me if I had shame. Come on, ask me.
No, I say. I will not asking you. Do not get into it, I say.
Of course I do not want! And you also know why!
says: Dear, I do not offend you, but sometimes I think I would be able to shoot you and stare at how to stretch the leg.
says: You can not look into my eyes, huh?
Dice (and are literal words): You're not even able to look into my eyes when I talk.
Okay, okay, I look in her eyes.
says: So. Perfect. So we can get somewhere. That's much better. If you look in the eyes, you know a lot about the person with whom you speak. He knows everyone. But you know something else? Nobody on the planet would dare tell you. Nobody but me. I have the right. I earned that right, dear. Well, listen, you think someone you're not. That's the truth. But what I can I know? That's what I say in a hundred years. They say: Who was she, after all? "
says: In any case, what is clear is that you yes I've made to me by another person. I do not even I have the same name! Not that I got when I was born, nor that I took when I lived with you, nor I had a couple of years. How do you explain that? What are all these changes? Well, listen: I want to let me live in peace. Please. I do not think that is a crime.
says: Should not you be elsewhere? Do not have no plane to catch? Should not I be somewhere two hundred miles from here at this very moment?
No, I say. And I repeat: No. I have to be anywhere. Then
do something. I reach and I take his sleeve blouse between thumb and forefinger. And that's all. I only play it well, and then withdraw the hand. She does not deviate. Not moving.
And here's what I do then: I'm on my knees, a big guy like me, and I take the hem of her dress. What am I doing on the floor? I wish I knew. But I know I'm where I belong, and I clung to his knees under her dress.
stood for a moment, but the next moment say: OK, silly. You're so stupid sometimes ... Get up. I tell you to get up. Come on, trust me. I've overcome. It took me a while but I managed to overcome it. What did you think? What I was going to be easy? Then show up at my door and all the old story again I come over. I needed to air it. But you know and I know that everything is water under the bridge.
says: For a long time, my disappointment was complete. Inconsolable ... So I was, honey. Write that word in your little notebook. I can say from experience that is the saddest word in any dictionary. Well, but in the end I could overcome it. Time is a gentleman, a scholar said. Or a tired old woman, who knows.
says: Now I have a life. A life different from yours, but I guess we should not compare them. It's my life, and that's important, is that what I have to be more and more aware as get older. But do not feel too bad. Well, maybe not to worry because you feel a little sick. Do not die, and is the least we can expect from someone who is not able to repent.
says: Come on, get up. You have to go. My husband is about to arrive for lunch. How could I explain all this?
is absurd, but still clinging to their knees under her dress. I do not want released. I'm like a terrier, and it is as if glued to the floor. As if he could not move.
Says: Get up now. What? Want more of me? What do you want? What do you forgive? Is that why you do all this? That is why, is not it? That's why I veered off to come to me. The knife looks like you have revived a bit. I thought you had forgotten. But I was there to remind you. Well, if you go I'll tell you right now.
says: I forgive you.
says: Are you satisfied? Better way? Are you happy? Yes, now is happy.
But I'm still there, kneeling.

says: Did you hear what I said? You have to go. Hey, stupid? Honey, I told you I forgive you. So I've remembered what the knife. What else I can do? You stand out well, small. Come on, hurry up, gotta go. Get up. So, fine. You're still a big man, huh? Here's your hat. Do not forget your hat. Before you ever wore a hat. Never ever seen you with a hat.
says: Listen. Look at me. Listen carefully to what I have to say.
is approaching. His face is just an inch from mine. We had not been so close in some time. I breathe the air choppy and quietly so you do not hear me, and wait. I have the impression that my heart beats more slowly.
says: Tell it like you think, and forget the rest. As always you have done. Ve been doing that will be very difficult.
says: Okay. It's done. You're free, does not it? At least you think you are. Free at last. It was a joke pero no te rías. De todas formas te sientes mejor, ¿no crees?
Me acompaña por el pasillo.
Dice: No sé cómo podría explicarle esto a mi marido si apareciera en este momento. Pero qué importa. Si nos ponemos a pensarlo, hoy día a nadie le importa un comino nada. Además, creo que todo lo que podía pasar ya ha pasado. A propósito, mi marido se llama Fred. Es un buen hombre. Trabaja duro para ganarse la vida. Y se preocupa por mí.
Me acompaña hasta la puerta, que ha estado abierta todo el rato. Durante toda la mañana han estado entrando la luz y el aire fresco y los ruidos de la calle, pero no nos hemos dado cuenta. Miro hacia el exterior y veo, oh, Dios, una luna blanca suspendida in the morning sky. I have not ever seen anything so extraordinary. But I'm scared comment. Yes, I'm afraid. I do not know what could happen. You could even throw me to mourn. Or not at all understand my own words.
says, may someday come back to me or maybe not. What today will soon fade, you know. 'll Be back to feeling bad. Maybe get a good history of this. But if so, I do not know.
I say goodbye. She says nothing. It looks at his hands, then puts them into the pockets of the dress. He shakes his head. Back into the house, and this time closed the door.
I walk away from the curb. Some children spend a football at other end of the street. But they are my children. Or her children. There are leaves everywhere, even in the gutters. Everywhere you look, I see them in droves. Fall from the trees as I pass. I can not go without my feet stumble with them. They should do something about it. Should take the trouble to take a rake and leave this as it should.

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Pierre Menard, autor de Kavafis en La Isla

Photo taken by Pierre Menard Claris Anselmo.

not find another land or another sea. The city will
of you always.
'll return to the same streets. And in the suburbs

reach your old age,
be aged in the same house.
As the city is always the same.

From: The Interpretation of Dreams Freud . Menard, Pierre. dasDing. Munich. 1947.

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Son of man, eat what you offer, eat this scroll, and go after talking to the house of Israel.
Ezekiel 3, 1.

was smoking something strong on the river Kebar. Ezekiel was crossing over in search of a better life. That's what he said but really wanted to move a bit and shake the sand of my ass. Strong wind was blowing.

opened his eyes and saw a great cloud of fire. He smiled. This is good grass, said his inner voice. In the midst of the cloud seemed to distinguish a neon light Better Life announced a simple but elegant bar and three pool tables. There were four dancers who looked as follows: her legs were straight, shapely and the soles of his feet was like the sole of the hoof of the ox. Ezekiel laughed so obviously the case and silver miniskirts. From the hips down as fire was producing around glow. Hips to above did not see anything because he was not interested. Including incandescent lights.

There was a noise as of many waters. He wanted to urinate and did so. He sat waiting for a little peace of mind to try to cross the natural border. I did not know how but something would happen. Or rather, something would happen. Then a booming voice. Stand up and listen . Fright, fell to the ground Ezequiel giving your face first into the dust. I was so stunned that he felt no pain, nor the warm trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked back, not to flee, but to ensure that the appearance of Best Life still there. It was not. Damn, she thought. Hey, pay attention , thundered the voice accompanied by the flash of a flashlight. need to bring this across . Ezekiel, doubtful, asked why me? Do not have to anybody else? The voice replied calmly and threatening, conditions that only experience can reconcile because those who have rebelled against me can only do it once . I have sitting on nests of scorpions . Thinking about this uncomfortable position Ezekiel got a further effort to concentrate on what they said. just want to go to the other side and deliver this package to my friend, Israel Montes. He will be waiting . The package looked more like a book roll. The loud voice was beginning to frighten him. He took the package in his hands. Now eat it. He heard a sound like machine guns loaded and the package was obedient to his mouth. is a joke, animal . Laughter heard but not seen too much. It was dark. What touches me in return? He dared to ask. ox dung to make your bread on it, asshole . He felt a strong push and they loaded four arms toward the riverbank. He was placed in a rowboat. Head toward those green lights. If you stray from here we fly pumpkin. Were only about 300 meters that separates one side of the other. But both sides were guarded by armed officers. There is nothing to fear, we make the law and cheating , booming voice said, lighting a cigarette. He started playing with words rowing pumpkin head, celabeza,

cabelaza ... did not take long to cross the river. " It was so quiet that inner voice telling him: Still, Ezekiel. He smiled at the lack of originality of their inner voice. Reached a small jetty surrounded by beautiful green lights. He took the package and jumped into the wood without difficulty. Looked at the sky, beautiful, full of stars. Already the other hand, he said. He lay on the ground right there with the package serving as a pillow. When he was about to fall asleep he heard footsteps. He closed his eyes more tightly to try to escape through a strange spell did not work. Pssst, look, get stupid . He opened his eyes and could see the face of a man hardened by life but peaceful face. Stood. "Israel Montes, asked. to serve you. Ezekiel delivered the package. The man then ordered her to follow him. They went to a street just off the pier. Clean, with a business open at that hour. Quiet. Montes pointed to a trash can. There is his own. You never saw me and of course my name is not that you know . And who are you? asked impertinent. am who I am. What's there?, Dared to ask. The false Israel Montes laughed heartily beef shit for you to make your bread on it, asshole , and had the confidence to give a pat on the shoulder. You seems good guy, do not get in trouble, go home. And do not be inquisitive, fuck . Having said that he walked away. Ezequiel

waited one, two minutes. Maybe three. He went to the trash. He thought if what they said was literal or symbolic. He walked to the appointed place and saw a small black leather bag. He took it and not looking at anything went at the end of the street. Seol

Mossebot , believed read the neon sign. Before entering opened the bag and was surprised by the high denomination notes. Hahaha. Damn bastards. I love them, cried. Crossed the heavy front doors in dark glass. A simple but elegant bar and three pool tables. There were four dancers who looked as follows: her legs were shapely and wore high heels. Ezekiel laughed so obviously the case and silver miniskirts.

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Noticias de las actividades líricas (fragmentos)

Da dog. Photo of Antonio Salas

(...) It might conclude that a serving of poetry is part of the normal process of socialization. In this regard, the lyric is still a way to communicate with oneself and personal therapy. And thus perhaps be explained at least in part, one of the most contradictory features of his practice: the fact that you write many more poems that are read. Poetry is the only means of communication in which the number of producers exceeds that of consumers.

(...) Yes, sorry, but you can not deny: the society of poets, with their pecking order, their envy and banalities, it seems to society in general as two drops of water. Individual poets are no less charming or intelligent than others, but inside the group, and this means whenever they met more than three on behalf of poetry, there is an unfortunate vacillation between delirium of greatness and be ignored, including attitudes and resentment guru, between reverie and desire for prestige. The more microscopic the successes, meaner is the fight for competition. The fact that almost never admit it, much less is at issue in public, still holds more sorrow and poetry scene becomes a parody unintentionally.

(...) I think an art as inventive, as priceless and tenacious weed is not only able to survive the ingratitude of the world, but also the blind commitment of their followers.
Hans Magnus Enzensberger


To recite with loudspeakers in the blogosphere and in the blind efforts of the cafes.

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LA MAFIA CHINA y otros datos curiosos

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With more than 100 000 members worldwide, the Mafia is the largest china and more internationalized. Taking into account China's population, the murderers, victims, gays, Marxists, the disabled, the dead miners are the most numerous of the world. Across numerological relations, the Germans have not given more than a Pope and Nigerians none. The average developer, said the priest Catholic, John the valley, when asked his opinion.

From its bases in Guangdong, Hong Kong, and Taiwan, the Chinese mafia has established a strong presence in Europe, USA, Australia, Japan and Southeast Asia. And the fast food meal of Cantonese or Mandarin false as plentiful as the billions of gallons of contaminated water going upstream in the direction of Russia or the sea. But the mob that China, fuquet.
Its main hubs in China are located in Guangdong and Hong Kong. Right next to where toys made of tin and plastic. Near caps.

in Europe are present in Britain, France and Holland in Australia are located in Sydney and Melbourne. In Puerto Rico in FONGS Cream and China Palace.

In Japan, the Chinese dominate Tokyo, Sapporo, Osaka and Fokuoka and Southeast Asia, are present in Thailand, Laos and Myanmar. As a curiosity, the Japanese are all over Japan, inclusive. Miami not because they dislike the snuff.

"Sun Yee On" the biggest mafia gang of China and home to around 56 000 members worldwide, followed by the "14K" with 20 thousand members and is mainly engaged in drug trafficking and illegal immigrants. When you decide to take the world is better surrender. Lose the battle fatigue. It is best done fools, and there are very good people in that office. Bizarre, but in the main English rock band there is not six. Members are like assholes eighteen Revenue Tito said, Wasabee singer.

death and violence characterize the activities of the Chinese mafia. And the Russian mafia, and the U.S. and Italy. If there would be a social club. The Dominican Republic is characterized by eating bananas and boricua for shaving and plucking eyebrows while some little girls dancing reggaeton and repeat what they say skinny and the fat that meow, argument Eugenio Cuevas, a scholar of the subject.

In 2000, 50 Chinese illegal immigrants suffocated in a sea container at the British port of Dover. Mayor number of Dominicans died trying to reach Puerto Rico, but that has merited a full report on Univision in English.
And in Australia, in June 2002, the Chinese mafia destroyed several Asian restaurants in Sydney. Unfortunately, in Puerto Rico have not destroyed the restaurant that is at the entrance to San Jose, he left a fat overlooked.

The National Migration Institute (INM) reported that among the undocumented repatriated last year, 815 Americans and 175 Chinese. The strange thing is that if all these people were inside the undocumented, why they were taken to outside? Juana Morales asked hesitantly. A Puerto Rican was Mexican pass but got caught when he refused to work in agriculture, it was learned.

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Para comerte mejor, silencio





By Antonio Salas

I

- I'll eat the ass-
- In a sense translaticio?
- No, in a sense with almond oil.
- I can say?
- Claro.
- Can be with KY and coconut oil?

- KY because I like it when you're like oil.
- Calla ... someone is opening the door.
- Your husband?
- How do I know?
- Who else may be opening the door?
- A thief.

"The thief is you.


II
Who the hell are you? "Asks the husband, who has unsheathed his gun regulation. He is a thief, says the wife. A thief naked? Exclaims incredulously the law enforcement officer. So theft, says the bare ass naked, I have nothing. The husband police kicked in the balls. No, do not fight, women Order Order. The man in blue looks with hatred. I will eat your ass, yelling at the scared. "In a sense translaticio?, Questioned the alleged thief in its infancy.



III - I can say? - Shut up, asshole.


Antonio Salas is a cook. He studied at the Art League. currently seeking publisher for his first book of short stories I want to be Tarantino . The text is reproduced with permission.

top photo: Ass the bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki Fell @ . Kuniaki Shibata. The tiny zebra, at left, Appears Reasons for unknow.

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Escatofagus ciberespeculum permeate il. Excremaunción. Ad hominem arguments Quando non si Have nessun pensiero argument. Sinking again. Al caraculum. Aedas sono Killed, metaphorically speaking, every minute, per poete incredibile nella empanatati mediocritas. In mezzo canis furis delle chick you Pastor, giovane ed altre poete. Ma che cane bark don't bite. Keep barking, poet. Remember, il ciberespeculum escatofagus permeate. Excremaunción.

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Dead Poets in the Blog

here are the poets that everyone knows and nobody has read verses filling cyberspace with dazed and commentary blog. not look into the eyes. no. look inside. the threads are the threads of God, which is what gives the poems, those wonderful poems that nobody has read because we do not deserve this ambrosia of sense.

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Il giúdice and the preso talking about la cena y el asesinato del turko

(drama Babel)

-SOU usual and favorite grilled meat Amasa la mama (e kebap, el bebop, hip hop e) serves to love to Turku. Believe it or to samostaza proibito catchup. Porco, porcini pork porkoink ink?

-vuole dire che mangiavano?

-Ecco. Mangiavami.

-Che cosa?

-Turks.

-Cool 'ammazare?

-Well, It Was already dead.

-Kill the Turco avviamo problemi con i Turchi!

-Nessun, nothing, no problem ... alířcích tallarin fish kebap.

-What?

-Hěkterým another kind of bread (pide is known). Current is stripping meat on a rotating cylinders; chicken (cheaper) and sheep (more expensive), never pork (Turks are the vast majority of Muslims). Istanbul and some larger cities are served fish kebap, the so-called "fish-kebap.

-Ho Capito Fish Kebab.

-Boniato. Meat is a special seasoning served paprikovým.a.

-Collazione per strangers.

-attractive to some places the meat with fat chips cheating.

-E vero. MSRP for serving sliced \u200b\u200bkebab should be less than million and more than half a million and a local specialty in Konya Capadocia and the Turkish pizza, pizza-

, ook?

-Food is a rich and delicious. Vegetarians certainly spurn low-priced and delicious beans, which are available in each room, or in vegetables and fruits on literally every corner of this.

-Tomato, you mean ... Mean-

loro, Tom.
-
this.

-blah!. Parla da specifica tracker!

Non-Sat Nome cognomen.

-Name, Cono name.

-Call me?

-blah!

-If you are invited into the home, de la moña.chody encounter when sitting (kneeling), round, low-level table with a tablecloth, which can cover with his feet. There will also be bacon or sausage, fried eggs, eggplant salad, garlic butter, cheese, honey, tomatoes, watermelon and many more. Always served tea.

-Oh, Gratz, Xanks.

-Turkey not because of Islam

non-Islam!

kidoki-OH. Easy. The usual consumption of alcohol in public, but that does not mean it does not drink alcohol.

-Turkish tavern with alcohol are usually well concealed and local include, as far from home. Tourist areas have a completely different social scale ... Pubs?

-used method is probably, by the classic pedal. The paper is used only rarely, to serve tap water purification and a small pot in which you fill the water and pour on the other hand, which is vypucujete completely gone. Similar toilet may be in the best condition to a person not afraid to use it. Toilets are at most mosques are sometimes paid.

-What da fuck! Have a rich tradition in the country. Men and women use different areas, sometimes in other návštšvní hours. Noodmyslitelnou masáž.Ma is part of the procedure, tracker specifica-

often encounter názorory that is practiced in Turkey paid tracks. I oppose this myth, especially on the basis of numerous personal zkušeností.Turecku can normally occur three situations in which a paid encounter lze1 stop. undoyevsky: Stops you Bus, minibus or taxi - all types of public transport is virtually odkudkoli.2 waves. dostoievsky: The driver of a car is willing to introduce you to where you say, you do not understand, or it is not entirely clear what it actually hitchhike je.3. debris: In some downright poor areas to meet people who want to ride for the money, it is a very low percentage.

-percent pig gallina hen.

Ancho-il Turks.

El Pavo.

-Yeah, the turkey.

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theologian
en el Siglo Vll después of Christ, a group of theologians Bavarian discusses the sex of angels. Obviously, it is recognized that women (at that time was not even sure it had a soul) to be able to discuss theological matters. However, one of them is a woman cleverly disguised. High-energy states that angels are only found in males. Know, but it says that among them will be women in disguise.

of "Geisha House" by Ana Maria Shua. © 1992 Editorial Sudamericana


Maiden and Unicorn I
Some people assume exhausted the subject of the unicorn and the maiden by extinction of both species. But today's newspaper published the picture of a horse with a pool of blood on his forehead. The animal says she was, until a few hours before making a real girl.

of "Geisha House" by Ana Maria Shua. © 1992 Editorial Sudamericana

The
That Is not Nothing succeeds like that which is not. Although still young, many years of conscious practice have improved in the most subtle art of absence. Those who ask for it eventually settle any other, to taking distracted, trying to imagine that his arms are the best, the single, which is not.

of "Geisha House" Ana Maria Shua. © 1992 Editorial Sudamericana