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Dedicated to Carmen Tornero ...

Today (Sunday) is celebrated Women's Day. One of the ways that society have agreed to vindicate what has not been done for centuries. I think that is good and will not go or go into the discussion of the legitimacy of this decision, I can only add that this will never do a day and that any institution (the institutionalization of a day), beyond the value persists, a method to ensure that we are not born naturally. There is much to move forward.

However, on a day like a trigger to think-feel in women. My friend Raul Herrera thanked all who have been part of what he is now. The poet Sabinómano White-like-the good in everyday names but not the Baptist, no less a saint. And while some others fall in love and decide to separate ways, I am writing to love them: "(...) Rather than talk about love them all and none, or only love one, it seems that you love the other forever. " (They extract from the undertow of sadness), the latter I learned with the help of my good doctor Gonzalo Rojas-May.

Pero no es suficiente, en este año, esta celebración aún me suena a hueco, diría Silvio. Y es que mientras UNA MUJER lucha tramo a tramo, segundo a segundo por su recuperación, no hay ceremonia posible que tenga el valor de la que tiene CARMEN TORNERO guapeándole a la muerte y sus caprichos. Y con el perdón de Cortázar, que está escribiendo en el Olimpo, tampoco hay Maga que valga, que esta Carmen enamorada de la vida, tanto así que la extremó desde que tuvo uso de razón, e incluso más allá de esta loca cabeza, si conectada a cuanto cable la tecnología médica ha podido desarrollar, ella se ha jalado firme del cable más fuerte, el del amor por la belleza of living. And I looked, and I think, and remember, you do not have age, you're always flirtatious girl, the beautiful of the group, the intense melancholy that sometimes gets tired of not having the force required to continue in the adventure. The leaking of the thieves and the police. The love of Sabines. Which could not be loved by any man and so agreed to George at his side. That does not sleep because it takes time to live. The one that goes where you want it to Yoga is not, nor is stiffened, but more than that because it is so elastic skin to cover his friends in the storm.

Carmen, playing a message I left on your facebook: "I hope - and hopefully take care in the sense deep - given the strength and the light of all who are united wanting your recovery. Hopefully the ratings-winning beauty of your life misfortune. Hopefully dodge the destination with a dance movement. Would look at the past together. Hopefully celebrate learning. "

Finally thank learning from life, if not as a right and a left, say again Silvio. Because today is a day like any other, is one of them held a woman and that I learn that on days like this make sense business celebrations. Happy day

Carmen Tornero. I love you, JP, Page, or any Yomisma.

When thinking ausente_ His brother Tungpo

How strange is the moon, so round and so clear!
with the coating on the hand I ask the blue sky:
What name is in line with the celestial sphere festive tonight? I
fly home, riding air,
But I fear the cold of those ethereal heights.
The mansions of jade and glass are so high!
Dancing with my shadow
no longer feel the deadly link.

Turn over vermilion tower.
Tilts silk-lined doors. Fulgura
lying on insomniacs. Why
it, we do not hold a grudge,
shines upon our separation, denying the meeting?
But rare is the perfect happiness ...
moon rages, the moon wanes, so
men meet and say goodbye.
only ask that our lives last
And our souls fly to heaven together!

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Fear death? - To feel the fog in my throat,
the mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am
Nearing the place, the
power of the night, the press of the storm,
the post of the foe;
WHERE I stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form;
yet the strong man must go:
for the journey is done and the summit Attain,
and the barriers fall,
though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
the reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so... one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
and made me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
of pain, darkness and cold.
for sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.
The black minute's at end,
and the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Then a light, then thy breat, O thou
soul of my soul! Shall I clasp thee again, and with God Be
the rest!

Próspice

"I fear death? feel the fog in my throat
mist in the face,
when the snow and gusty
announce the proximity of the site,
the power of the night, the pressure of the storm
and the arrival of the enemy wherever
The great fear is embodied in visible form
and the strong man must go:
because the trip is over and won the goal
barriers crumble, even in the absence
still struggle to achieve the award
the reward of all.
I was always a fighter, so ... comes another battle,
the best and the last! I would hate that death
bandage my eyes and easy on and give me
cautiously welcome;
No! let me try it in all its flavor, as my comrades,
ancient heroes;
withstand the onslaught and pay all my sins
in a moment of pain, darkness and cold;
because the worst, from one moment to another, for the brave becomes the best,
when the minute ends
bleak as the fury of the elements and the crazy evil voices
bends and off, changing
, transfigured sprouted from the pain alone.
And then a light and your heart, soul
oh my soul!
hug you again and God will rest. Translation

Armando Roa Vial (universal poetry book by Chilean poets translated and selected by Teillier, ed. University)

Manifesto (JP Belair)

preferred
say yes,
leap vacuum
despite being David Goliath.
Bet the game as a reward
regardless of reward.
I decided to live without armor.
I decided to live but not vegetable.

decided to get wet in the rain.
I decided to continue to linger. Believe
hesitation. The pleasure in the punishment.
But the truth is very
- the only really own - although
be anonymous revenge
and as accurate as recognizable.
Come
intruders to graffiti my walls. Come
the words sharp, shock
cowards and microcephalic. Wherever
human misery
before sinking his finger heals,
so, leeches, all that hurts me,
because it is vibrant, because it is not dead meat.

scream I chose instead to raise tumors.
kiss I chose for one night,
and me a life and for them a good trick. I decided
wide open my coat
and display my scarred humanity.
And while no whites in my chest,
spares no color in my words.

preferred to speak in this. Floor
strong, I know, and crying outside undermines me,
but I prefer the presentation to the anonymity.
sign my name without my beloved touch ugliness.
prefer war if the peace will be a convention
flowers and a speech to a bunch of fists,
even more than love, my skin is stronger.
prefer
say no to an easy and empty bed
and say yes when she uses it that key,
and make it a possibility ... a
fall in love with her, a word,
such that named in sound and silence. That
written in capital letters for days of rest
rest my freedom in its shadow.

Photo: Oracle Warrior; representation of David beating Goliath, and image of Guy Fawkes used in the film V for vendetta.

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