Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Intestinal Pain For A Week
WHO SAY ....
WHO SAY ....
By: Lucy Martinez
Who knew ...
in my heart the persistent ringing of bells
victorious in my heart the persistent ringing of bells
announcing your arrival
great warrior chief of race unique and courageous
and teñirían
my instincts, splashing
fragile savagery and tenderness.
Who knew ...
that looking at you so proud,
so handsome and so serene,
deep in your black eyes
ignite the flame of passion is
to burn my desire Andean Princess
hermit.
Who knew ... your body
gilded by the sun, scented gown
moons and stars,
that only a noble looks and flies,
wrapped me in a sea of \u200b\u200byour touch
stirring the blood in my veins
and amid lightning and rain
give me your love, your cataclysm.
Who knew ..., voluntary
am your prisoner,
navigating in your lakes of tenderness
and floating in the air virgin
your ancient sky,
entertains us your empire today
passionate communion the two, a love without end.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Man In A Woman's Body
hands Poetry and Prose
mind shouted at me: "Aléjalas", but however much I tried I could not. There were, to stand up, defiant. "Dare!" He said. My heart, counsel for years, galloped trying to flee.
fight to stop, but they continued on its path towards me. They seemed to laugh at, mock. I looked askance at the dead body lying at my feet, I panicked.
A staggering blindly and fled in desperation. Suddenly out of nowhere, I heard a loud horn and I felt a blow.
They had killed the only witness.
Holders of next day read: "The recipient of the hands of a convicted person is killed by a truck." 
With blood stained hands looked terrified the consequence of not knowing, one for no reason, and my hands, acting on its own initiative, looked me straight.
mind shouted at me: "Aléjalas", but however much I tried I could not. There were, to stand up, defiant. "Dare!" He said. My heart, counsel for years, galloped trying to flee.
fight to stop, but they continued on its path towards me. They seemed to laugh at, mock. I looked askance at the dead body lying at my feet, I panicked.
tried to scream, but one of them clinging to my mouth prevented me, while the other, threatening, came to my eyes. Terror gripped me.
A staggering blindly and fled in desperation. Suddenly out of nowhere, I heard a loud horn and I felt a blow.
They had killed the only witness.
Holders of next day read: "The recipient of the hands of a convicted person is killed by a truck."
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Cheat Device For Poptropica
A Turkesa
heart pounding. He watched her body rose separating from her. Without knowing how or why.
- Have not you heard of astral travel?
was she who was asking!
if he did the voice. Was seen standing in the room, when in fact she was lying in bed. Awe, fear and disbelief were the feelings shuffled through her heart. "We're
two distinct parts to live together. I am the poetry and prose you, "he said amiably," you ever wonder why your accounts had a poetic flavor? Now you know.
There was no discussion, but a share. Give and take between two to be the same. Between a heart beat.
thought to create two blogs. One for every literary discipline. At first I would call it: "The prose of my feelings" and the other: "My feeling poetic."
's screams brought her back to reality. Dolores, with eyes wide open, he heard the loud argument brought by supporters of poetry and prose at the Cafe De Las Letras. Stood calmly by the door, and mumbling.
"This is the evil of the pen.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Cause Of Face Swelling In Morning
Thousand Cranes for Peace-Chapter Ecuador
thank everyone who supported us in the mission to fold a thousand cranes, because your hands are made to build not to destroy.
Quito again community support our mission.
OTHER CHAPTERS IN THE WORLD
Our third mission.
Those who have followed closely our activities should be aware that we have done this event for two years in Ecuador and with the same purpose. Sing for Peace.
Those who have followed closely our activities should be aware that we have done this event for two years in Ecuador and with the same purpose. Sing for Peace.
For this reason we know they know the story of Sadako Sasaki and of course know of the terrible tragedy 6 and August 9, 1945 in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, when a terrorist act two atomic bombs were dropped by U.S. aircraft in two Japanese populations in order to end the war. What I did not imagine this is that all you did was start a new nightmare.
75 years later still we drop a few tears remembering the victims of the stupidity of the world more rational animal: Man.
75 years later still we drop a few tears remembering the victims of the stupidity of the world more rational animal: Man.
30 posters on Hiroshima and Nagasaki sent us the Peace Museum in Japan.
A video broadcast exclusively for the event, also was sent to us by the Museum
This year the Ecuadorian Association took the baton Origami Club Paper Quito and decided convene a thousand cranes folded in a day very close to the date of the disaster. On Saturday 7 and Sunday 8 August, World Youth Foundation, located in the nearby Parque La Carolina received hundreds of cranes left their hands asking for peace and global disarmament.
This year the Ecuadorian Association took the baton Origami Club Paper Quito and decided convene a thousand cranes folded in a day very close to the date of the disaster. On Saturday 7 and Sunday 8 August, World Youth Foundation, located in the nearby Parque La Carolina received hundreds of cranes left their hands asking for peace and global disarmament.
AEO for Peace
thank everyone who supported us in the mission to fold a thousand cranes, because your hands are made to build not to destroy.
Quito again community support our mission.
We had the honor and fortune to receive our event Yumiko Iwasaki, estaff member of Peace Boat (Peace Boat, in English) who took our greetings of peace to Hiroshima and Nagasaki survivors, called Hibakusha, here I offer the link:
OTHER CHAPTERS IN THE WORLD
Thousand Cranes in Chile
Thousand Cranes in Argentina
Quito Santiago Ponce Paper
Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
How To Take The Train To Charles Playhouse Boston
Consequence New technology
unscrewed the cap of his pen calmly, without haste, and finished reading the document. He smiled. Signed.
to bed that night his wife asked, "How was your day?" He answered quietly with a "" Well, "he kissed her and turned off the light.
That morning the executioner turned the club, and a life ended.
another feather next day, another smile, another ... well, and the same executioner.
Judge uncoiled, calmly, the cap of one of its feathers. He smiled and signed.
His head rolled on the ground as a result of the movement, fast and accurate, the bony hand of the wearer of the scythe.
to bed that night his wife asked, "How was your day?" He answered quietly with a "" Well, "he kissed her and turned off the light.
That morning the executioner turned the club, and a life ended.
another feather next day, another smile, another ... well, and the same executioner.
Judge uncoiled, calmly, the cap of one of its feathers. He smiled and signed.
His head rolled on the ground as a result of the movement, fast and accurate, the bony hand of the wearer of the scythe.
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