Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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Agreement.

exchange needs, everything is on hold, the song impossible to snow, the splendor of the sky that goes on a rampage, I merit to hand in the water the reflection of our anxieties, lucid colors, the transience of sunflowers, temporary union.

Exchange impossible love, mud, heads down memories, I get tired on a path without nostalgia, without turns, the music that moves us, mourning the dead, I resist the limits silent vacuum caresses me ambiguous, do not let the memory revive.

Exchange of reasons, it is now I'm strong, the empty house is a symbol, beginning when I thought I was running out, is fleeting sense of being of clay, the echoes of altered meat, our bodies on, this hotel in Madrid, the rapture, nothing today, nothing nothing.

Everything is open. You
. They
. They
.
I look.
the outside and inside.









Grândola, Vila Morena , song by José Afonso that served as a signal for the start of the Carnation Revolution of Portugal the April 25 of 1974.

José "Zeca" Afonso wrote this song as a tribute to the "Fraternity Operaia Grandolense Musical Society" the Portuguese town of Grândola . The May 17 1964 of Zeca acted in this city. This action was important to the artist for several reasons. It met guitarist Carlos Paredes , whose skill with the guitar was impressed. On the other hand, was impressed with the consciousness and political maturity of the members of the Musical Society and limited but well-utilized resources, a library, Afonso's own words, "with clear revolutionary goals."

En la revolución

El 29 de marzo de 1974 , Grândola , Vila Morena fue la canción de cierre de un espectáculo de Amalia Rodrigues en el Coliseo de Lisboa. Asistieron al mismo varios militares del ( MFA ) Movimiento de las Fuerzas Armadas que la escogieron como señal de arranque para la incipiente Revolución de los Claveles ; se ha atribuido la elección a Otelo Saraiva de Carvalho in particular. In this show, censorship Salazar's dictatorial regime had banned several songs from Jose Zeca . Among them were five Venham mais ("High five"), Menina two Olhos Tristes ("Girl with the sad eyes"), A Morte Saiu à Rua ("Death hit the streets") and Gastão was Perfeito ("Gaston was perfect.")

day at 0.20 April 25 1974 of the program Limit de Radio Renascença se emitió Grândola, Vila Morena, que era la segunda y última señal para dar comienzo al movimiento revolucionario que derrotaría a la dictadura de Salazar y daría libertad a Portugal y a su inmenso imperio colonial. Las fuerzas del ejército portugués organizadas por el MFA serían las encargadas de conseguir la libertad con el apoyo del pueblo que las cobijó con la colocación de claveles rojos en las bocas de los cañones de los tanques y los fusiles de los soldados. La primera señal fue emitida a las 22.55 del día 24 de abril y fue la música E depois do adeus (And after the bye), sung by Paulo de Carvalho .

José Afonso himself was not initially aware of the importance that had reached its composition. He tells it like this:

"Vivi on April 25 a kind of glare. I went to the Carmen, I walked out there ... I was so excited about the political phenomenon that I did not notice it or did not give importance to Grandola. Only later, when fascist attacks occurred September 28 or March 11 Grândola was sung at times of greatest danger or great enthusiasm, I realized what it meant and, of course, I had a certain satisfaction. "

(De Wikipedia )

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La maison

The crocheter serial # 85. To visit other houses must go Isabelle




I took the pictures with my mobile phone, I'm sorry my camera is broken: (My house
custody remains of the son.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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of obstinacy.

futility of continuing the march without baggage, without locks in the throat, looking at the sharpness of the mountain behind silence.

Sol at the confluence of roads, there is a decapitated rooster under the stone cross.

My voice migrates with bones, the messenger of patience overlooking the suburb of my eyelashes, warm words go beyond the expected engineering perfect.

I left the pain of so many months in a cupboard under the linen, I folded maps of grief, I have a tattoo of his silhouette on the thighs, I stick a tape of thorns on the cuff of veins.

My voice crosses, the banks claim, hinders the leopards that bypass the trap slowly sliding down the hollow of the shadow of the fig tree.

Talking not lead us to disaster, or other, but speak, write a poem sideways and nothing happens do you?




Monday, May 2, 2011

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Rise ventriloquist.


You. They
. They
.
I look.
Inside and out.

Turn the planet with placidity dew drops on Tuesday, comes with indifference, oblivious to the voice, all voices, it comes.

Somewhere pain our laughter, our days are written .

squatting hope the minimum of the orchid. Array of ideas, a hunch of the viscera, in the wall of the spring breaks desire.

Not a time of knives.
Feelings attack is nuts.

Starting from the liver, a cannibal forward is eating me, alive.


the brook, spring, drinking the little rabbit and the large wild ass, and each sate their thirst.
( San Augustine )

Sunday, May 1, 2011

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To me that is well understood

" We will go through life confused it
nothing to vex the quiet calm,
and soul of things is our own soul,
and our own psalm Psalm of the star.

And one day, when the keen eye and restless
start to look very deep, and the eager ear
know the voices of the unknown
opens our souls the deepest secret. "

Enrique González Martínez
From "The one goes with me"



A faint ray of sunlight enters the room and breaks in two. Mourn. Set fire to the woods and jump into the circle thirteen, candles, consumed in pain and then take a walk on the bright side of the street. Do not throw anything, no books, no kisses, or old newspapers, or the morning, listening to music, I told you, every memory support strangling while Yo-Yo-Ma, Coltrane or boleros. Cut phone cable. Do not cut off veins. Save knives. Illusions like butterflies flying blind. " A which goes with me." Hang out with cats on the roof to look at the moon, these days is especially beautiful, spitting at their center as a neighborhood Gulf. And now, naked, jump into the white sea of \u200b\u200bwords, enter them and swim a thousand strokes beyond. Here the night has turned cold.



MJRomero was kind enough to include me here.










Double nature


light Under orders word
its exact boundaries, reflection and memory.
When the shade is, the word is music
and says what the forms say.
Mary Maizkurrena