Concept. Nature is a temple where living pillars
Let sometimes emerge confused words:
Man passes there through forests of symbols
Who watch him with familiar glances.
Charles Baudelaire
He was the love between your fingers and eyes the shade of a constant sadness.
itself was defined as absent, uninhabited, far from the sea, mourning, not in the language you want, without hope of return.
How I was I better not say now that between searching names, histories, migration and forces, shame, joy, regular absences counter, buy tickets, sail seas, is that there is a time for nothing, after a Holy Week pasmarotes hoods and under the protective moldings of the rain I wonder what am I doing here shelling improbable stories, these things do not happen, so dim, both lost love, broken off from nothing situations, travel anywhere, roads along the edge to imagine what does not, what an idea, a anyone who tells you with a butcher's apron, cutting the beef carcass of emotions, watching flowers grow bitter sorrow, time as a corkscrew, dying of boredom, boredom, like a flag in the middle of the street dogs howling in the absence of other activity, wounds, blood, death notices, that old lady across the table, his mind empty, filled with Alzheimer's, look at the page, put it upside down, the I turn around and I'll take two, I look at the blog, mime, preserves, replacing what not (a question), in this time of clouds is a magic trick, an illusion, a post for a change you I, silent behind the walls without frames mark what happened in the wallpaper, palimpsest palimpsest, ie that even before before before, anxiety, cowardice, the heart in a jar of alcohol, heat, color hail in processions, saints on the floor, Nazarenes in the portal, look for a second before love, the cries silenced by his fingers, which no one will hear the forbidden pleasure and yet, alas, I do not know what to do here, in this white drifter without oars or rowers to the wind of imagination, between waves, living costs, including bananas and corn fields, bushes, ferns, cradling those who come, leaving the threshold as I said, caressing the neck, my lips on her back , body numb, I knew then I did not know want to stop loving, paths with snakes and hounds, horses grazing in the mist, painted white cows in the distance, who I am and what I do here and the answer is me in the stomach such as poor digestion, drink spilled on the tablecloth, wine, and know nothing and can only resist, there is no return to paradise, hell is the natural habitat, where I live, his back against the wall, my hands working , I've been there, I confess, I forgot to live, why I write.
jamais Je ne passe devant a fetish bois,
a doré Bouddha, sans mexicaine idole joins me
dire
: C'est peut-etre le vrai Dieu.
Charles Baudelaire.
Gernika, 74 anniversary.
The bombing of Guernica (Operation Rügen) was an aerial attack on this symbolic Basque population on 26 April 1937 during the English Civil War by part of the German Condor Legion and Italian Legionary Aviation, who fought for the rebels. Current estimates put the dead victims in a range that covers from 120 to 300 people, 126 according to the most recent and comprehensive study.
The Guernica was not the first carpet bombing with the aim of destroying a city, it in fact was a vital military objective at the time (cut off the retreat of troops and supplies popular front in the campaign of Biscay). However, thanks to the false classification as "attacking civilians, the international repercussions reached this bombing coupled with the use of propaganda has made it a slaughter globally known and considered as an anti-war icon. As a result, the tragedy was exploited by both sides and mythologized for propaganda purposes. At first the rebels blamed the destruction of the city Republicans, as had happened in Eibar and Irun, but soon showed the world the reality of the facts due to the presence of several British journalists Bilbao important as George Steer ( The Times). Juan Negrin's government used the bombing as a badge of anti-Franco, Pablo Picasso adapting one of his paintings for the International Exhibition of Paris of 1937. This work would become one of the most prominent icons of the twentieth century painting and anti-war.
However, it was the first bombing that had carried out the national partners of Biscay, since a month before Italian planes had bombed Durango on March 31 for 20 minutes, causing some 294 deaths (see Bombing Durango). Nor was it the first time that civilians were attacked (in February 1937, the Legion itself to the column was strafed civilian refugees on the road between Malaga and Almeria causing hundreds of casualties). Nor was the latter, since in 1938 the city of Alicante suffered the bombing on 25 May. Similarly, it should be noted that aviation had made bombing Republican Stocks under control "national" as Oviedo, Zaragoza and Córdoba, 4 August 1936.
In 1997, the then German President Roman Herzog, in a letter read to the survivors of the bombing by the German ambassador in Spain on the occasion of 60 years, publicly asked forgiveness for the apparent bombing of German authorship.
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months 
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nightfall only when I wanted, when fear stopped the caress of your hands on my thighs, I filled his mouth empty words. You were no longer, I knew, had his head split, confused names, appointments, you watch the chest filled twisted, sullen, I loved in haste, without kissing me, without spreading lavender flowers, no Mozart, in chains. 
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