Sunday, August 23, 2009

Spanish Wedding Designers

Back ... HOLIDAY EXPO


lately I have many concerns, one of them is that I have sidelined some of the kinds of blogs. Before writing more often, had much motivation to do so, but over the years, things got a little slow, and until it appeared the famous Twitter (I have no idea how it works) and ended up alienating many of the bloggers emblematic, and others like me, to chill a bit. Always remember the words Roberto Arancibia: Never stop writing, words that certainly haunted me in the head especially lately.

Another concern I am having, is related to how stressful life has become in the capital, before everything was more bearable, but now with this issue of the crisis, I feel that we are all in a state of alertness, stress , anxiety and irritability, including myself, we going? we want to go and the Bicentennial? Greetings

Sebastian

DQ .-


-Day pretty well, despite what they have been cold, me with a bit of temper nomas, but I miss.

- cumbias night in the amphitheater of Fine Arts, very lively and entertaining, many restaurants, going out, and many allergies!

"Thank you to those who read me, is that the spirit of it is still a bit down, but slowly grow back just as it was before! Ego Sum

Monday, August 3, 2009

Enchanted Arms When Can I Buy God Ambrosia

About Angels - Rafael Alberti

then present some poems from the book "On the angels." I hope you like how I liked to me;)



The two angels Angel of light, burning,
oh, come!, And fire with your sword
the depths where it lies underground
my angel of the mist
Oh espadazo in the shadows! Sparks
multiple
digging into my body,
in my wings without feathers,
as nobody sees,
life.
You're burning alive.
Fly and me, dark
Lucifer of the quarries without auroras,
wells without water,
of the caverns without sleep, and carbon
spirit
sun, moon.
hurts my hair and appetite. Oh, burn me!
More, more, yes, yes, more! Burn me!
Burn, light angel, my guardian,
you that you were crying in the clouds,
you, without me, you, me,
cold angel dust, no longer glory
dump in the dark!
Burn it, an angel of light,
burn me and run!

The angel of wrath

No owner, the nettles,
polishing stone, shone. Pie
invisible.
(Among the nettles, anything.)
invisible foot of anger. Languages \u200b\u200b

silt, sunken
deaf remembered something.
were no longer. What
recalled?

Moved
mute silence and said something.
said nothing.

unknowingly moved
course my blood, and in the trenches

long screams fell.

To save my eyes, to save you
that ...

Secret.