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ORO POR VOS HERMANO, POR TU FELIZIDAD Y TU DICHA; PARA DESEARTE PROSPERIDAD Y SALUD......
ORO PARA DECIRTE QUE CUANDO VEAS UNA FALTA EN MI ,DIMELA, Y RECURDAD QUE NO SOY PERFECTO.
LUEGO AYUDAME A SUPERAR ESA FALTA ,
DESPUES AYUDAME A AMARTE, AYUDAME A DARTE MI PAZ, MI AMOR ......
Y DAME TU PAZ....
Y DAME TU AMOR.......
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** (*.^) ** EL BrEVe AmOR ** (*.^)
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Mar 9, 2007 6:08 pm
Mood: beautiful,
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******** CON QUE TENSA DULZURA
ME LENATAN DEL LECHO EN QUE SONABA
PROFUNDAS PLANTACIONES PERFUMADAS,
ME PASEA LOS DEDOS POR LA PIEL Y ME DIBUJAS,
EN EL ESPACIO, EN VILO, HASTA QUE EL BESO
SE REPOSA CURVO Y RECURRENTE
PARA QUE A FUEGO LENTO EMPIECE
LA DANZA CADENCIOSA DE LA HOGUERA
TEJIENDOSE EN RAFAGAS, EN HELICDES,
IR Y VENIR DE UN HURACAN DE HUMO-
( POR QUE , DESPUES,
LO QUE QUEDA DE MI
ES SOLO UN ANEGARSE ENTRE LAS CENIZAS
SIN UN ADIOS, SIN NADA MAS QUE EL GESTO
DE LIBERAR LAS MANOS ?)
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***** LoS AmiGoS *****
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Mar 9, 2007 5:57 pm
Mood: enthusiastic,
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EN EL TABACO, EN EL CAFE, EN EL VINO, AL BORDE DE LA NOCHE SE LEVANTAN COMO ESAS VOCES QUE A LO LEJOS CANTAN SIN QUE SE SEPA QUE , PORQUE EL CAMINO.
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LIVIANAMENTE HERMANOS DEL DESTINO, DIOSCUROS, SOMBRAS PALIDAS, ME ESPANTAN LAS MOSCAS DE LOS HABITOS, ME AGUANTAN QUE SIGA A FLOTE ENTRE REMOLINOS.
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LOS MUERTOS HABLAN MAS PERO AL OIDO, Y LOS VIVOS SON MANOS TIBIAS Y TECHO, SUMA DE LO GANADO Y LO PERDIDO.
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ASI UN DIA EN LA BARCA DE LA SOMBRA, DE TANTA AUSENCIA ABRIGARA MI PECHO ESTA ANTIGUA TERNURA QUE LOS NOMBRA.
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(*.*) ImAGiNaRy BoNdS (*.*)
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Mar 9, 2007 4:26 pm
Mood: contemplative,
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........LIKE RINGS AROUND SATURN
THE FURIES OF HER LIFE ENCIRCLE HER.
........NO KNOWING SHE IS THE PLANET, SHE GIVES THEM POWER.
.......HER PRISON SKY LOOMS ENDELESSLY .
.......HER OTHER LIVES WERE LONG AGO; SHE CANNOT SEEM TO FIND THEIR MOONS.
.......WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT , SHE WILL KNOW THE GALAXY IS MORE THAN SATURN-SHE IS NOT HELD BY IMAGINARY BONDS NOR BLINDED BY FALLING STARS.
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(*.^) MaIrE, WhO FeEdS ThE WiLd CaT ?
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Mar 9, 2007 4:16 pm
Mood: curious,
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......BEHIND THE CONVENT A WILD CAT IS ILL.
......SHE SLEEPS IN A FINE MIST OF RAIN ON THE WARM HOOD OF A COOLING AUTOMOBILE.
......SHE'S SICK, POOR THING, YOU SAY.
......SHE'S TOO SICK TO RUN AWAY.
......AND YOU ARE CLOISTED HERE UNEASY NOW IN ALL THE OLD, FAMILIAR HABITS, AWKWARD IN THE RAW WORLD, LANGUAGE OF FASHION, INNUENDOS.
......RULES.
......FROM THE WINDOW F THE GUESTHOUSE I STUDY THE CONVENT WALLS, THE REMOTE THIRD FLOOR WHERE NO ONE MAY GO BUT NUNS OF YOU PASTICULAR ORDER.
......THE WALL IS FORTRESS HIGH AND FORTRESS THICK.
......INSIDE, THE SISTERS SMILE, REPEATING AND REPEATING ONE ANOTHER'S NAMES: ROSARIO , SAINT, AMBROSE, IMMACULATE.
......OUSIDE , WHERE A MIST OF RAIN HAS CHILLED THE BONE OF THIS DAY, A WILD CAT WACHES, TOO SICK TO RUN AWAY.
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SEE THE OCEAN
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Mar 9, 2007 3:58 pm
Mood: eager,
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AS SHE WATCHES THE BOATS THAT GOFOR CLAMS AND SCALLOPS, THE WIND SLAPS HER, THE WIND THAT WEARS KID GLOVES.
SHE HAS CONSUMED MANY HEADS OF LETTUCE, SHE HAS PICKED AT MANY BONES OF FISH.
EACH DAY SHE REPEATS A THOUSAND MOTIONS,SHE GATHERS HER HEART AND BODY AT LAST, HOME ,TO THE PLACE OF HER SOLITARY CHOOSING.
THE SEA GULLS WING BEFORE HER WINDOW SCREEN.
SHE WEARS HER SKIN ALONE TO BED.
....I WOULD PICK MORE DAISIES.
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(*.~) A WoMaN's ChOiCe (*.~)
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Mar 8, 2007 5:33 pm
Mood: content,
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THE BLACK COAT, IT'S THE KEY TO FASHION.SHE WANTS IT.THE ONE WHIT THE COLLAR THAT WON'T QUIT, THE MIDCALF, PURE WOOL BLACK COAT-THE LIMIT, THE ESSENCE, HALF-PRICE, THE BLACK COAT. SHE WANT IT.
SHE TRIES IT:THE PERFECT COAT.
SHE IS PARTICULAR, PRECISE,
SHE IS THE WOMAN IN THE BLACK COAT.
SEE HER SEDUCE THE BAY!
SEE HER LIE IN IRIDESCENT FOAN!
SOFT WOOL RIDES THE WAVES.
NOR SHE GIVES IT
BACK TO THE RACK.
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........ MoThEr LaNd ........
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Mar 8, 2007 4:04 pm
Mood: beautiful,
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.....I KNEW THAT PLACE LIKE THE FLECKLES I TRIED TO BLEACH
WHITH LEMON JUICE ACROSS MY NOSE.
.....I KNEW THE GEOMETRIC GRACE OF FIELDS THAT REACH BEYOND THE POINT WHERE GREEN CARESSES BLUE.
.....I KNEW THE MISSISSIPPI MUCK THAT SPROUTS SOYBEANS AND WEEDS THAT SPREAD LIKE FIRE THROUGH HAY.
.....SOMETIMES I BELIVER I MIGHT BE STUCK FOREVER, DEEP IN THAT TENACIOUS MIRE.
.....I NEVER REALLY CAME TO KNOW THAT PLACE, I NEVER KNEW THE LIFE-FORCE IN MY BLOOD THAT SLOWS ALL MOVEMENT TO THE SEASONS' PACE.
.....I PULLED MYSELF FREE LIKE A SHOE FROM THE MUD AND LEFT.
..... NOW FROM BOOKS, MY CHILDREN UNDESTAND THE CONCEPT FARM.
.... THEY'LL NEVER KNOW THE LAND.
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**** **** ReSuMe **** ****
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Mar 8, 2007 3:49 pm
Mood: cynical,
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When her life seemed too demanding, my mother oftenclaimed it was her sole ambition to stand in some monotonus factoy line, watching cans of beans roll by .
She wouldn't mind the pay because her simple job would be to drop a pice of pork on top of each.
On better days she crave a business of her own, some classy place whit her name on the awaning that she ruled in a good gray suit.
Nowthe direction of her gazehas changed.
She focuses on what she hasn't been-a faster reader,better shopper, this .
As she recites her litany of disappointment, I see her in that scheme she once imagined:
A conveyer belt is humming, and a thousand cans are floating by like object in a dream.
Beneath the cool fluorecent lights whit a my mother lifts her hand-a girl whit a paycheck coming, and nothing but this moment on her mind.
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(^&^) ArT As LiFe (^&^)
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Mar 7, 2007 6:44 pm
Mood: contemplative,
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IT'S ABOUT STILLNESS,
A FEELING FOR THE PRIMITIVE SPIRIT,
DISPLACED STRUCTURE,
AND SOMEONE LISTENING, LYING
IN HER SINGLE BED
BY A WINDOW
SHADOW AND LIGTHT
MAKING CANVAS FIGURES
UPON THE WALLS,
BREATHING SLOWLY,
TAKING IT ALL IN
AS IF SHE WERE , FOR THIS MOMENT,
THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH
WHO FINALLY HEARS
WHAT HAS BEING MISSED,
WHO FINALY SEES
WHAT TOUCHES HERSELF
SLOWLY, TO FEEL WHO SHE IS
THROUGH FLESH, THIS MINIMAL
PRODUCT
OF SKELETAL REMAINS,
WHO THEN TURNS SIDEWAYS
FROM THE VIEW,
CLOSING HER EYES, BUT
RETAINING THE IMAGE, SLEEPS
WHITH A SMILE ON HER LIPS.
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\/\/** MoRnInG NeWs**\/\/
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Mar 7, 2007 4:08 pm
Mood: cynical,
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I HOLD THE PAPER
SLICED IN EARLY LIGHT,
READ PAST THE TRIAL OF A FATHER
WHO POWDERED
HIS TODDLER'S DISPOSABLE WHIT DRANO
TO INSIDE PAGES
WHERE AM INFANT WAS FOUND
LOCKET INSIDE A PICKUP TRUCK
suckING A BEER-FILLED BOTTLE
WHILE THE TEEN MOM WINDOW-SHOPPED.
I FLIP TO THE BACK PAGE
WHERE THE EIGHT MONTH OLD FOUND
IN AN UNHEATED CHICAGO APARTMENT
WON'T NEED AMPUTATION AFTER ALL,
ONLY TREATMENT FOR FROST
AND RODENT BITES.
MY COFFE IS GLUE
SLIDING DOWN MY THROAT
AND I MUST DRESS TO PASS
PARADES OF MOTHERS,
ROBELESS JUDGES
WHO TOW CHAPPED KIDS,
BALANCE SIGNS THAT TALT OF RIGHTS,
NOT OF ADOLESCENTS
NO OF MEN AND WOMEN
WHO MAKE MISTAKES
BUT RIGHTS OF THE RESULTS:
UNBORNS WHO MAY BE DROPPED
LIKE BREAD CRUMBS ON CHURCH STEPS,
IN TOILLET BOWLS OR SCALDING BATHS.
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