Brightness
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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Brightness Gain
experiences and save over thoughts,
floating in bowls in the atlas
of hearts without stories.
always come if it starts to snow.
Angeles as white as black,
gulls who could not fly,
different lips "I love you ',
someone forgot to use insulin.
cloudy skies outside so
I'm here to shine,
to share the light of the moon, stars
who want the good:
only Honing for good.
I count only up to
to drink a full glass, the Settle
waists, belts over
holes.
Azahar and song
seamless
a pact forget the poison,
great wine book of the priests.
Wanting to live is what I love most.
Del poems 'Twisted'. Miguel Angel Angulo
Spain
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Image: "Ordeal by Roses" -1962 by Eikoh Hosoe
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To quote Paul Verlaine:
TONIGHT I dreamed about you
I dreamed of you tonight:
I fainted in a thousand ways
And whispered so much ...
And I, as well as enjoying a fruit
I kissed your mouth all
A little everywhere, mountain, valley, plain.
was an elasticity of a spring
truly admirable:
God ... What breath and waist!
And you, dear, of you,
What waist, which encourages and
What elasticity gazelle ...
Upon awakening was in your arms,
But sharper and more perfect,
Exactly the same party!
version of Victor M. Londoño
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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Editorial Project Six Antonio: "The book of a little"
part in the new draft Six Antonio Editorial: "The journey soon." Send a story, set in a cemetery (may be horror, suspense, absurdity or supernatural) and if the Editorial Board approved will be included in the PDF.
You can see the progress of the book: new stories that have arrived, their translations into English and French, the illustrations and design.
When they are all selected, you can vote and choose the top three spots, with the remaining 98 will be part of the printed book "101 stories rescued from the graveyard."
involved!
DOWNLOAD HERE THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE CALL
Sincerely, Editorial
Six Antonio. 
part in the new draft Six Antonio Editorial: "The journey soon." Send a story, set in a cemetery (may be horror, suspense, absurdity or supernatural) and if the Editorial Board approved will be included in the PDF.
You can see the progress of the book: new stories that have arrived, their translations into English and French, the illustrations and design.
When they are all selected, you can vote and choose the top three spots, with the remaining 98 will be part of the printed book "101 stories rescued from the graveyard."
involved!
DOWNLOAD HERE THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE CALL
Sincerely, Editorial
Six Antonio.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Parts You Need To Build A Bmx Bike
La Fiesta
The Fiesta Cabaret of chickens is ongoing
stuck with their umbrellas
Stuck with their permeable waterproof.
His mouth closed sphincter
as loveless.
His legs close together,
Like a compass unused. They are all so
closed barely leave open the heart.
no room for compassion or obscene,
like a kiss with beer or watermelon gum.
looks like a buttonhole, like the eye or the anus.
seems like a no man's land
Or perhaps God.
God knows how to paint the eyes.
are God's eyes.
eyes watching us,
the eyes of our angels. These
chickens are celebrating.
No champagne or no cholesterol. Hopefully
have rheumatism. Hopefully
say hello.
Hopefully the clothes are removed. Hopefully
yell at lunchtime.
These hens,
blue and white crest with gel,
deserve an ax.
These hens,
so good for dancing,
not serve to love. Federico
Krampack
Chile
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Photo: the hell is sweet for 'complex'
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Nicanor Parra
We quote:
Tell me children are Marx? Yes
father
............ Marx Marxen is
many are there? One
Marx +
Where's Marx?
the ass *
.................. on earth
.................................. and everywhere
Hallelujah?
Hallelujah!
* says
read
ass heaven. 
The Fiesta Cabaret of chickens is ongoing
stuck with their umbrellas
Stuck with their permeable waterproof.
His mouth closed sphincter
as loveless.
His legs close together,
Like a compass unused. They are all so
closed barely leave open the heart.
no room for compassion or obscene,
like a kiss with beer or watermelon gum.
looks like a buttonhole, like the eye or the anus.
seems like a no man's land
Or perhaps God.
God knows how to paint the eyes.
are God's eyes.
eyes watching us,
the eyes of our angels. These
chickens are celebrating.
No champagne or no cholesterol. Hopefully
have rheumatism. Hopefully
say hello.
Hopefully the clothes are removed. Hopefully
yell at lunchtime.
These hens,
blue and white crest with gel,
deserve an ax.
These hens,
so good for dancing,
not serve to love. Federico
Krampack
Chile
------------------------------------ --------------------------------
Photo: the hell is sweet for 'complex'
---- -------------------------------------------------- --------------
Nicanor Parra
We quote:
Tell me children are Marx? Yes
father
............ Marx Marxen is
many are there? One
Marx +
Where's Marx?
the ass *
.................. on earth
.................................. and everywhere
Hallelujah?
Hallelujah!
* says
read
ass heaven.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Foorprints With Angel Wings
TEACHING: FROM PAIN AND
Needle Ana
I
Look well, Listening:
Callar is kissing petals and broken glass
of lost battles.
To understand the wind
(absent father), extends well
arms.
so hot, shake.
To ascend you must first dig
having awakened moments before. Haber
asleep, assertive, and dreamed for. Parasite
tide, rain (water), red.
And in the nest of needles, glass and
dried petals, the promise unpaid
Fragile
blisters, which are eggs fire.
Heat, rip, fall: birth.
Then mourn;
empty
abandonment, filled.
crosses Did you? First you crucify
.
Up with the wrists and feet hooked to the hooks
stake with your name,
with the gesture of a hug that will not close and suffocate
(Eli, Eli ....)
and act as if left there was another
and act as if there was another right,
and preaching: "Few suffer so much by everyone." Make
abstractions over death and blablabla.
And one and two and undostrescua:
Up, Down, Left
, right thumb
Kissing And forget.
II
All of our claim is a deliberate
maybe. Accidents
and sidewalks in the bellies of birth. Only
sentencing those convicted.
The rest, crossed out, we believe:
"What a Wonderful Life"
but only intuit the dying. And the dead
both knew and did not speak.
And we crucify:
INRI on the flap.
Skotch in feet and hands.
In the mouth a bad taste in mouth
that speaks of healing not being sick.
That cures everything except time.
They close the eyelids makeup and blablabla.
III
Take one and follow him (follow him).
Perhaps it is true that the axes intersect
The origin of the shadow,
where the sea is salty
words.
Powers, acts in a vacuum.
Etcetera, etcetera civilizations .
IV
Breathing
blood destiñéndola,
on ships of the empty chapel. Walk
oxide viscera of Christ.
V
His therapy: Thousand needles and a short joke.
Chile Enrique Sandoval
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--------------------------------------- Source image: Lejaren Hiller-Ambroise Pare .
1938 ----------------------------------------------- ------------------------ 
Needle Ana
I
Look well, Listening:
Callar is kissing petals and broken glass
of lost battles.
To understand the wind
(absent father), extends well
arms.
so hot, shake.
To ascend you must first dig
having awakened moments before. Haber
asleep, assertive, and dreamed for. Parasite
tide, rain (water), red.
And in the nest of needles, glass and
dried petals, the promise unpaid
Fragile
blisters, which are eggs fire.
Heat, rip, fall: birth.
Then mourn;
empty
abandonment, filled.
crosses Did you? First you crucify
.
Up with the wrists and feet hooked to the hooks
stake with your name,
with the gesture of a hug that will not close and suffocate
(Eli, Eli ....)
and act as if left there was another
and act as if there was another right,
and preaching: "Few suffer so much by everyone." Make
abstractions over death and blablabla.
And one and two and undostrescua:
Up, Down, Left
, right thumb
Kissing And forget.
II
All of our claim is a deliberate
maybe. Accidents
and sidewalks in the bellies of birth. Only
sentencing those convicted.
The rest, crossed out, we believe:
"What a Wonderful Life"
but only intuit the dying. And the dead
both knew and did not speak.
And we crucify:
INRI on the flap.
Skotch in feet and hands.
In the mouth a bad taste in mouth
that speaks of healing not being sick.
That cures everything except time.
They close the eyelids makeup and blablabla.
III
Take one and follow him (follow him).
Perhaps it is true that the axes intersect
The origin of the shadow,
where the sea is salty
words.
Powers, acts in a vacuum.
Etcetera, etcetera civilizations .
IV
Breathing
blood destiñéndola,
on ships of the empty chapel. Walk
oxide viscera of Christ.
V
His therapy: Thousand needles and a short joke.
Chile Enrique Sandoval
--------------------------------
--------------------------------------- Source image: Lejaren Hiller-Ambroise Pare .
1938 ----------------------------------------------- ------------------------
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