Friday, April 6, 2007

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CARACOL FIFTH


spirals are twisted with pain as if a single
insect
and throw the sun is still
a moment after such seizure.


times sea with its waves of memories

trample my brain-twisting as the spiral-

clues are given, in each event

and he lay on the pavement,
seeing the blue sky both gray.

I trample wheels rotate as the spiral

and try to squirm with pain alone.

impalpable The damp earth,
takes the form of earth-colored river
and turbid waters are mixed my memories

-fall-and the smell is gradually taking new shape,
until the end, after three days
submerged insectoque swarm in the air.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Nadine Jansenmilna Velba

this lucky day




There are days that I have
lucky and see the rain falling in full sun on the roofs
exploit drops heating, washing
and a dove wings.

This
lucky day I hear the clouds together and back on
-life silver hit a beautiful
suffering without realizing that I start to smile

This
feel lucky day wallowing a tear in my
-cheek pretend, I lie, I say, is the rain-

crestfallen way between the alleys become lonely.

lucky day in this lightning

music sound like the few people seem to smile and my lips
looks a salty taste.

There are days that I have
luck and feel I have the strength to die ...
to throw the rail train, sleeping
up a barricade
or falling in some terrace.
But my luck ends and the sun rises.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

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Second




Domino and my life is derailed.
shit, getting fucked is the thing ...
birds fleeing as flies, dogs mean

the steps taken
life is going.

snails and their world, and my thoughts
spiral.

Shit, as always,
I complain and complain I do not complain.

Chess and King,
the tower and horses have a domino points.
shit, this board failed

and not knowing how things are playing dominoes.


The clouds cloudy sky painted
shit, getting fucked is the thing.
and my life is clouded
and more shit for this shit.

The king fell and I fell on that day
painted as if it were painted by Vango.
shit, what's the fucking thing!

And yet I never get tired of complaining.

Children dancing, acting the clown
the crowded street and nobody pays attention ... or shit
everyone can show my feelings.

And I, as well quejón, I'm out of the park complaining. Pulling
dominoes.

Friday, March 9, 2007

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third snail shell.

ten years ago I lost my sight. About five years ago I accepted that I am blind. About two to go with this stick and threw for more than one at that fool, boy thief. I know very well the park and the market, where boy to beg and I know how to get to my room, where the bathroom, boto where the bin, where I sit down to eat, where to sleep, what time I get up, when I know that many people in the streets and what a day for more sun.


today I am another year of loneliness, I know that today is March, "I heard today that we middle-I do not know what date exactly I was alone, but today I am one more year. It was more than a couple of years I discovered to my assistant, with whom I beg stole the coins. I could not put him a shot but it was that day that I returned to hear your angel voice. I use this stick at first was rough and aggressive for my hands, but was gradually getting plane. I took the bark and spent all the time carariciandolo Lueder began to be shaped and soft these hands hard as my heart. I do not care what I provide, I sometimes throw food scraps, other days I get bread hard currencies, is also the least-as today by ejm. Beating the pavement with my stick, guided by the sidewalk, to a snail's pace worried, with the half-filled sack. Hearing the car horns, the steps of the people, youth talks, the cry of alcoholics and crazy talking about God. The air has been disguised as leaves, their whispers I hear is music and uplifting.

Please help me to cross. ask I know not whom, and in response I hear the voice cracked and gray of a man.

The speaker of the cars are going away little by little the voice of the people away from my life and I feel unique in the world.


-hi-blind man takes my hands a little soft hands and enter into my ear a voice at once sharp and sensual time. His hands guide me huge breasts, smooth and shimmering. I feel at peace and I feel at this moment. The start kissing and kissing her neck find a wasted throat with a big apple. "She whines," I nibble her neck. And my hand is exploring a map carnal.


"We go beyond," he says and I hear a voice somewhat strange. But as I said I'm not interested in that. I walk guided by your hands dry, I sure steps, no matter what will be after, hoping to be the best time of my life, the best before, for over ten years since I have sex. Suddenly I begin to meet again to hear his body down a rubbish bin, "she whines so hard that my joy explodes like a bomb in the city. Unbuttoned his fly and get my blessing find something wrong with a healed wound and immense. He says his voice has been forced to cut. I stop, I'm shocked. In a moment try to walk away and instantly I am back in your body. I do it to me, I kiss her back. I hear night and children who sell tamales, bus, stray cats and dogs bark at strangers, the dogs at night many people know much more in these places. But I do not care, I do not care if I die now devoured by them. I feel alive!.


please take me where you found me, please!. I ask for not knowing where I am and after a few minutes I find where it all began, it seemed like a dream. About five years ago I wanted to die and today I want to live. I walk with my cane, step by step, came after a few moments to my space, my corner, I make my way in my room, including newspapers, cans, and plastic bags. It starts to rain.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

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first snail.



At night the cold was seeping into the body,
at the time was with a cigarette between his fingers,
puffing,
the world was spinning and I wanted to stay there tended !. Think

laugh at those moments would be a farce,
when I say that I laughed that day
or if I saw a pleasant moment as I lie.

The trick is for losers,

always thought that is why I always scoffed
all
like seeing so many people on the street,
like seeing so many men and their problems.
I finished the finals making fun of all
but today something happened that no treatment was for me.

two weeks went by so fast
and my face was painted a dull face and aggressive ... I tried to regain the freedom of before, I had used cigarettes in exaggerated proportions and the breath was detestable, the pants were hung and the world took a new color.

was already recovered from the big punches the clock and the great virtue of nicotine,
walked among the people and I stand when I see something my vición not decipher it. I picked up the snail haggard and old. Instantly I put in my pocket and continued.

Across the corner, a boy of no more than eight years I watched, with curved finger and instructed me. That boy made fun of me.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

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is truly sad ... Valada

is brutally sad,
saberque go to the display of legs,
that end up in a boiler.
O but in strips,
as if cut by a child with scissors.

case you do not know: I'm aquarium and maybe
suffer in the event.
They say that the tanks are crazy to feel
and although that does not care if boy to suffer.

ceiling I'm not complaining ...
eat, drink, sleep ...
But still with my life
not want to pay this way the lease. It


really sad to see
few vegetarian

raising a pig.

why do not you treat me like a dog,
lead me to walk and I'll try to bark,
but few crazy people who can do that.

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sad. Smell

Today I lost a love
that sometimes was gray
or just the autumn leaves.

Sometimes it was beautiful,
, as the stories we create, sometimes without regard

sometimes sinking with luminous eyes. Today

closed
love that gradually opened up as a wounded

to make and then it was only a scar helmet ... Today

sank,

shred me and ran away ... how so many chimeras
with torture devices and pimping ...

But stupid is just a memory
this foolish heart;
slope is unfathomable,
of my life when it falls, a heart

inadvertently pumped as my watch walks of life today

walk like drunk or laughing with his infinite distances

as if to kiss the sky when I remember
and still feel in my back kisses.

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November. I am not immortal



When I awoke like to smell November
Full
find the man of glass fell from that building,
be left on a train platform, looking away

sky when the wind comes endure the pain of the splinters and live.

But no, I moved too late

-time when he could not wait-
Feathers fall and make me run away from my blood.

When I awoke like to see the sky still gray,
pound bird
to welcome the warm air, and increase the flight
instantly.

Monday, March 5, 2007

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saw the gray sky
black birds fly free
, defying the wind.
dry leaves that rise,
and fall to winter in dark-stars
without direction or meetings.


saw separate paths open as meat wrapped by a non-coagulated blood cuchillomás.
loose saw stars dancing to your shady winds

When then I wanted to elevate also:
in that your eternal heaven
-to see if I can find fishes
or a comet to me in the face-

and tried many things :
put feathers in my dreams and end
falling off my bed ...
to jump as high
and finished bumping my own shadow
(who was on a wall)
to make all my support and complete balance
falling from a building ...
understood then not have wings,
that the power of bird flight are more black
seanque
that are chill
stones for more than a thousand desaster offer ...
simply I have a life ...
and a heart that pumps blood,
at all times,
the cord of my clock strikes.
-not knowing how to do ...-
reverse walk but feel that ...

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A madman in a church

sink As if trying to tell you that you can not,
-you simply shake my head
crap if you try, to spit as soon as I say that this time will not.

Tell me, what you feel God having a gun in his hand?
Hahaha ... you see, there is great power in your eyes, I am now the God, and when you die you also die with me. So I pray to live, pray as I did when I lived for you.

Friday, January 19, 2007

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When I first started playing darts team, a little over a year, thought that the functions (or rather, the obligations) of the master were limited mainly to meet three objectives:
a) decide on changes of players during a league match
b ) sign the minutes of the game
c) contacting the opposing teams captain to arrange friendly matches deferrals because of specific incidents.

I felt that to implement these steps are not required to have a great preparation or special skills, just had to have seniority or being the best team player in the game esctricto sense, that is, the best throw and scored; which always got more hits.

time, parties, meet captains and experiences have helped me to recognize how wrong I was about the seemingly simple job of a captain and his qualities darters. Change a player during a game, contact with another master or sign an act entails a responsibility that weighs more than the image of privilege and power that surrounds the figure of a captain.
In its horizon not only draw the outlines of these three basic duties. There is more, much more than a simple administrative protocol, there is a whole network of behaviors, attitudes and initiatives whose main objective is the achievement and maintenance of hegemony, cohesion and balance contribute to the growth of team effectiveness.
is to admire the masters who are able to positively influence certain behaviors of their players, thereby achieving greater efficiency in both the overall team performance and the individual level of each player. Another virtue is the ability estimable captain to effectively resolve the conflicts that may arise during a competition. Even the sport of darts is free of undesirable situations, situations on the other hand, are valuable opportunities to display the code of ethics, knowledge of written and unwritten rules and the ability to emerge staff to resolve a conflict in a positive way to approach, channeling the tensions and controlling not only their own emotions, but also those of other players. A captain earns respect by displaying exemplary conduct, among other things.

And what about interpersonal conflicts in a team?, What role does the captain here?. From my point of view and accidentally fall in the Utopia or scatter philosophy of balance, the captain's role in these situations should be decisive. Clearly, a captain may not have sufficient power or authority to solve a strictly personal conflict between two or three members team, especially if the nature of the differences come from an external environment outside the team, but with the consequences that could affect the discipline and heterogeneity of the group, given the strained relationships that could put at risk all the balance collective harmony. Just as a captain should never create discord and discrimination among their own comrades, should also be able to resolve any conflict or crisis situation that could damage the set of players. The hard and dangerous rival is one's own emotional instability of a team, and the captain should be shrewd enough to block the negative emotions of the players during training or competition.

is true that many of the decisions taken by a captain does not usually enjoy extreme popularity, especially in regard to changing players during a game. Nobody likes to be substituted, nobody likes warm bench, is on the darts and football. It is also true that the degree of acceptance of decisions depends greatly on the level of play of the teams and mindset of the players. The game viewing is not the same for a high-level team to one that starts. Whatever the situation, I believe that common sense and consistency to remain unchanged in spirit of the master.

is also true that when the sky is clear and the boat is going well, the captain as the seamen have and enjoy the majestic calm and happy journey that is going in the top of the table, but alas when it's bad weather and the boat is that anxiety! "The capital will be blamed?

Until next
Miguel Angel