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CHAT WITH FREDDY

CHAT WITH FREDDY
From either side of the line, each in front of your monitor, FREDDY and PACO, each in a different country each one in a different city each one holding in his hand a glass cup filled with "Tinto de Rioja" a good Marquez de Caceres and speak ... rather chat.

Paco says

Hi Freddy ... A glass of wine costs 150 Pts and entitles you to:
Using chopsticks, napkins, read newspapers, watch TV, sit in a chair and take a table, use the service , waste paper and water, wash hands with soap and water, using the dryer, throw cigarette butts on the ground, being impatient, demanding, screaming and saying that the owner earns money. "

Paco says

Hi Freddy are you there?

Freddy says
I'm here. Chat with a friend at this time. How did the installation? To receive this afternoon at the Smith, not so embarrassed by my mess, said last night that you had tried some plants in my library.

Paco says: Thanks a lot for letting me read your secret texts, the poetry written in your journal. Thank you for your guild.

Freddy says
For me it was a pleasure to share with you last night. The wine and poetry are bridges of friendship and affection.

Paco says: The giant panda at midnight got into my bed and forced to sleep on the floor, he was the guardian of your daughter, Lulu ... The panda also wanted to make wine.

Freddy says
I imagined. Pancho's terrible. Note that this is the only room in the house that I have not invaded my book facilities.

Paco says: He is a lust BEAR BEAR ... The idea is to get to the house more and more libraries, so the books can not be watered and then have more and read more.

Freddy says Pancho Panda
likes red wine, very much. Surely you out the bed was a punishment because we drank the Don Melchor. Pancho hates Polar. Nothing to do with those other bears.

Paco says: Polar bears look like cotton candy, polar bears appear white cotton nurses, polar bears with their coat look GAY

Freddy says
Ja, ja, ja, ja

Paco says

Pandas are Chinese sages incarnated resemble shoes Sonero Caribbean Classic, are brothers in Orcas whales clothing.

Freddy says
Great. The pandas are beautiful and elegant. Drink red wine and see the world from its softness sacred.

Freddy says: Well dear
Paco. Tonight I hope you rest for the beginning of the week is lively and productive.

Paco says: KEEP IN TOUCH

Freddy says
Good evening.

Paco says

That passes good night and take care of me very much Freddy Pancho.

There is still wine in the glass and bottle, so I'll keep taking it while I close my eyes and give myself into the arms of Morpheus ...

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According Treat and mistreat our times

In the beginning was chaos, had his life embolatada Claudio, Claudio then put resumes everywhere and got a job, and he saw that it was good.

After so much time alone, Claudio looking and looking and found a woman named Clara, then married her and three powders had three children, and he and Clara saw that it was good.

Fermín, Raul, and Andrew, their children grew up surrounded by great love he had it and it ... Claudio then worked hard to fuel and maintain a home, Clara was struggling as a mother and devoted himself to give them everything they needed. He

and she spent so persistently to keep a home, teach them and educate them and saw them it was all good.

Years passed and Fermín and Andrew began to surround himself with "friends", then went to parties, smoked, took drugs, they wanted to assemble their own rules and completely forgot Claudio and Clara. They worried about trying to call, send a signal, but none responded.

Raúl spent almost every night insisting that Claudio and Clara to be patient with them and to please forgive them, but Fermin never apologized and Andrew returned crying wanting to change. He and she
armed
a family, they wanted all the good possible and were always there for them ....

But Fermin was a bad son.
Andrew learned his lesson.
And Raul practically never lived.

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ALTAMAR

ICE ALTAMAR
Carlos Zerpa

I was forced by the pressure of payments going to see my manager.

This cost me a lot, as I had to get me pride in the tiny pocket of the trousers and the tongue between the buttocks, and prepare and repeat several times what he had to say.
owed two months of my son's college and if not paid he could not enroll in the new year, he needed two thousand of the great and he would lend to me or to me ahead of my payment.
On reaching his office he treated me with that big smile attached to it. I gestured for me to sit while talking on the phone, gave me pause coffee, water, coke or whiskey with coconut water and kept talking on the phone ...

I said I wanted black coffee, short and without sugar and hang him without his secretary told him that he brought while he was attending another call and hung but your cell phone.
I drank coffee when he suddenly asked me

How many refrigerators do you have?

How many refrigerators depend you for your work? The
my house said, that of my mother and a little girl I have in my office ... Well there are three, I said. TWELVE
Well, I have one of this office, two from my home in Valencia, two of my apartment in Caracas, two in Miami, one in the house of my father, two in the beach house in home My mother and yacht ... are 0:06, six at a time have been corrupt, they stopped the engine and mechanical and maintenance needs, six at a time, you can believe it?.

I went on the yacht last weekend, putting his head on something else, the beach, fishing and at sea, in the seas, the refrigerator stopped working and did not produce ice ... you think? In the midst of the sea without ice? The shame of having to ask others ice on his yacht at sea, which people did not even know? Dying of grief by asking them gave me some ice cubes?
want to take another coffee?
No thanks just passing by to say hello but I'm going.
phone rings again and again displayed his eternal smile.
I went home.

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A man of good faith II: In memoriam Lord Carolus Magnus

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The irony the story is that death really was right. Nobody is for it than a guy more and that he had seen six times our hero during the year just ended. In particular two of these deaths were shocking to him.

The first time was the death of his uncle. At least he said it was genetic, but relations had long ago proved otherwise.

Carlos Sanchez was a strange man in the context of his family. One of those individuals who in the eyes of his victims were the personification of evil, but the mirror could be confident that they were men in good faith. They had their ambitions, their goals, ever tried to conquer the world. His wife was beautiful. Desired by many. In that kind of woman who smells like freshly prepared meat for men who live in a constant alert to find women who can bring to bed.

Probably Carlos thought the same thing when he first saw. Our hero thought of the situation came to wonder if Carlos ever really felt like a good person or if he ever felt like a victim. If he was able to feel something good.

The horror of his last days, he was Divius told by his other uncle, Mathias. Apparently, old and bitter, Charles had locked in the office he had learned after being fired from one job held by stealing from their bosses. And is that for several years, Charles had perfected his technique and knowledge in repairing computers. Died of heart failure. A painful heart attack that took place at least for 24 hours. Or so they said.

His son did not want to attend his funeral. Carlos Mauricio said that he had been his father, but not his father. This phrase was said to Divius by his cousin, he tried to convince him to attend the funeral was a gesture of support for his mother and not to honor the memory of its "parent." It's said that night, while eating Chop Suey mediocre novels and watched on television. I really did not seem to affect you. Somehow, it was enviable.

Indeed, Divius, but wept bitterly when he found his own "parent" in the waiting room of the funeral home where they were preparing the corpse of his uncle, was not crying for the death of him, but by a overwhelming idea: he thought that day would never know the death of his father. And nor would learn of his death. Viewed from the perspective of a spectator in a movie theater, the scene was simply too tragic to not to mourn bitterly for Divius, loved his father, although he was aware that only outside its "parent."

The second death that rocked Divius, occurred the morning of December 17, 2010. Carlitos Figueroa, a gentle man - in the sense of the word we commonly find in the Bible - had died after more than a week after being hospitalized. The cause of death is unknown at the moment when these lines were written. However, the ideas still flow into the mind of our hero.

Carlitos was one of those men to whom the engineering of the soul was like a Gothic cathedral. Although it could be immense, was beautiful. And despite its size, never collapsed. O Divius never knew, because in the few times I shared with him, there was always generous.

boy, Carlitos often offered to cooperate with the small steps Divius. If you had to go to school, whether it was necessary to go to deliver a document. And when it came to visit, the few times I did were really nice views. Came into his life in the changing 1997 when the first migration of our hero came from their small bubble where even provincial crime is safe, the hostile capital. One of the most chaotic and dangerous world.

I used to call home to talk with Carmencita, his grandmother - although she deeply hated that word. Listened to the whisper on the phone, as if they were two teenagers who are vowing to love. It was nice, but our hero was jealous more than once. Still it was nice.

often invited him to visit the city that had moved. The warm weather was tempting, but stupid for not bothering distress, coupled with the desgradable presence of the "parent" of our hero made the decision never materialized. Postponed as many that should be not be postponed because one of the defects that could never correcting Divius was the idea that there was always enough time to do things, but life would have shown that there is enough time for anything.

One day before his death, Divius learned the delicate situation of Carlitos. Her mother had warned him about it yet, I just try to call once. He failed and then it just postponed. Again.

the morning of the death of Charlie, Divius was complaining that he could not celebrate with his friends if they chose would travel to visit his sick bed on Sunday and not Monday. After a settlement with his mother, Carmencita convince agreed on Monday to travel to this sunny city. A few minutes later, his mother called to tell that Charlie was dead. The meaning of any plan had been taken at that time. Plan was useless. Death had vanished the life of another man of good faith, who might deserve the title more Divius himself.

Carlitos died. Divius And he had no choice but to accept the good wishes, good deeds, they were nothing before death. That probably nothing made sense, because death took both the mean and the kind. Because no one survives his terrible sentence.

Worst of all is the only thing Divius could do in such a situation, was to steal inspiration to the event and write a mediocre lines trying to talk about the finitude of living beings. All to comply with an absurd, self-imposed standard, as its text but can be pleasing to many is not himself, because it feeds on the misfortune to gain recognition.

And so it must continue its path aware of an ineffable truth: life goes on, no matter the nature of the circumstances and if we decide to live ourselves end our existence, never escape the inevitable passage of time and all its consequences. It is our responsibility not to do anything useful with which we were given. We and nobody else.

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- Mr Swede, is not me see?
- Mr Swede, and I
- Mr Swede, I'm going
- Mr Swede, do not you notice?
Could it be that I'm invisible or he is blind?

Mr Swedish Sundays playing poker and eating pizza with his Swedish friends in the room, but I do not see. Last Sunday I sat on the sofa before he came, but the Swedish gentleman arrived with his friends looked, said nothing and left. Swedish Lord will not you see? Mr Swedish

was in the kitchen, gossip are freshly washed, but he always eats in his room. The Swedish gentleman in and out secrecy. Mr Swede living in the same house as me, but I do not if I know. The Swedish gentleman lived a month here, but moved and did not say hej DOJ.

Last Friday there were many people in the Cleo and everyone danced and drank. There's the dancing Swedish gentleman and very drunk. Now I go and look at myself: "I think you and I have seen before," he said ...

- Mr Swede, have you seen me?

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Broken Capillaries On The Cheeks

remains to say Paula

Paula wears shades, has a beautiful ass, 29 years and is getting married.

lights a cigarette and take the last sip of wine, Miguel looks forward to its contained, they both know they have been, she has her clothes in the car will remain throughout the weekend while her boyfriend is dying of rabies because it does not answer the phone.

Felipe, Paula's boyfriend had taken a step in the not so long but profound relationship with it. Had invited her to stay a week and suddenly I was a month. Paula loved Philip, but when you said very subtly, but directly he needed his space, she packed up with a smile on your face and kiss him before he said: Cool, I also need my own

Miguel died

by Paula and during that weekend was so much sex that would never be able to forget, even if later found the woman who would love forever could stop imagining secret that when he made love to her was that Paula was there. But reached on Sunday night and fired in a passionate kiss.

Paula was really tired, he set his cell phone and had many messages of Philip, felt bad for two minutes, then just a little guilty, then felt the happiness you have those who feel they have gained some revenge ... Felipe needed space She had given him, but had filled the void of way.

While resting at home rang the bell and could not help feeling nervous, after all, Philip was her boyfriend, or good, it had been and most likely was, but neither is going to humiliate to anyone.

in pajamas she let Philip and Paula looked desperate at that time had to make a decision, do you simply lie or tell the truth?. But no lie it really credible and truth not only release, but will complete his revenge and give him the lesson that Philip was to learn, even if it cost him his relationship and even their dreams.

Philip and Paula was asked. With a wicked accuracy did not fail to detail, he remained impassive and suddenly stood up, turned his back and when she thought he was going he turned around and had something in his hands.

A ring.

- I think it's time that there is more space between you and me. Will you marry me?

She lost her voice to answer and only managed to nod.

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ICE BLUE DEMON DOG

BLUE DEMON
blue version of the story.
From when wrestling was really - really ...
Carlos Zerpa


The Blue Demon was the personification of good always overcame evil, battling terrifying mummies, mad scientists, drug dealers, invaders from another world and rogues of the most diverse character ... The Blue Demon, next its great sidekick, "Santo, the Silver Masked" were actually a couple of big hits, was first sworn arch enemies and hated, then they were great friends and lots of movies filmed and made hundreds of graphic novels together, one Silver and the other blue, one silver and one Holy a true Blue Devil .... Blue Demon was very
veteran, if you take it off quickly over, he ended up kick was impressive, broad-shouldered, with huge biceps, actually very agile, very strong and very muscular in nature, all the other wrestlers admired him for his aggressiveness, tenacity and for their dedication in the fight, was a complete player, he loved his profession and devoted himself earnestly to her ... never neglected and was terrible in the ring, you needed a superhuman effort to beat him.
was the time when an abundance of brave fighters, great athletes and men with great courage, was another time, doubts were other warriors: Tarzan Lopez, Tonina Jackson, El Medico Murderer, The Nurse, Rayo de Jalisco, Huracan Ramirez, Mil Mascaras, The Chinese Dragon, Ray Mendoza, Black Shadow, Karloff Lagarde, Dorrell Dixon, El Perro Aguayo, Bat Velasquez, Cave Galindo, Dr. Wagner, the Silver Masked Santo and Blue Demon.
the late 50s and until the early 60s was the golden era of struggle, and this fight was real art and skill, wrestling was really - really ... not like those now everything is so theatrical, full of pantomime and acrobatics ... The Demon says she feels hurt wrestling today ... "Poor thing, as they have degraded, have become a crude imitation of a circus full of clowns, ... I am a fighter and it is assumed that era who fought so well that it had no pet, in the ring and in the jungle, what prevailed was the law of the strongest, the most fierce.
The Demon, began his preparation at the age of 15 years, practically lived at the gym, learning all the time, training and perfecting his style, forged, was a true athlete, to fight in the gym, in the ring and also the streets, where he was invincible, he found enemies who wanted to humiliate him, to thwart it, but the tube to be even more rude to them ... even then and throughout his career suffered severe injuries and fatal blows almost sent him into another world, was subjected to real test was the time of the war between the twelve-string.
had physical pain in wrestling, a lot of blood and shock banned, as that gave Tony Gorne one day, so strong a punch in the jaw, which knocked him out and the struggle against Cave Galindo, who threw him out of the ring causing him to fall head and fracturing his skull, another time also broke his neck and almost split a rib.
in his career and in the midst of fierce battles, he discovered the secret identity of ten fighters, who took away the mask, in fighting the "mask against mask" were duels Personal almost to death, he collected 10 masks and shaved to eight opponents in fights "against hair mascara, but without doubt his best fight was against Galindo cave, the most rude among the rough, the most evil among the evil ... Says The Demon: "It was a tremendous fighter, dirty from the filthy, vile, wicked and vile, insane, hit you with everything and even bite you on your feet with shoes and everything."
The mask, if the mask behind the mask is a human being, very privileged, since it is he who enjoys the successes of the character he has created ... hose who live much of their existence under that mask, no people knew which was his true identity, the first was made of goat skin by a shoemaker, is now wearing them bright silk ... "ALWAYS", even outside the ring, even in his private life ... even when he died (on 16 December in 2000) because, like his friend "The Ghost", the Blue Demon was also buried mask, lying in his coffin, dressed in dark blue suit, white shirt and tie and his blue mask on.
The Demon us the story of his life:
In 1988, after more than forty years as a fighter, I have decided to retire from the ring ... The fight took me the total improvement, both economic and social and above all spiritual growth, I became very well, took me to many cities in the world and many people, but mostly I approached the people and the children ... I live well, I have great past, present and also welcome a promising future, my cycle is over as an active wrestler, because I never fight for fiction, if not real fight and now I look at everything without nostalgia and with many thanks, my struggle is another, I am a teacher I have my gym and I teach this wonderful art, the way to new generations ... I am satisfied.
all know that Clark Kent is Superman and Bruce Wayne is Batman, but no one knows and no one knew who was Blue Demon.
With his eternal mask of a very intense electric blue ...

only know that the only demon who is in heaven.

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Facing the blank page once again felt the fear of taking the pen and start writing your story, no history of successes and goals achieved no history of overcoming the world saw, not the story of his ever contagious smile, not that story, not the story that everyone came to inspire.

wanted to tell that story in which two unknown bodies found in a hot city, surrounded by white walls and lights (at the beginning ) off, would have prohibited such meetings in the middle of the night, banned further meetings in the light of day wanted to tell her loneliness as an unknown body found in a lonely equal to theirs and that for a time was the perfect company, wanted to have joined as common and uncommon forms, meant that in a strange way they loved , because the first and only rule of history was not love, but it came in without saying words and all that silence was hiding loving and consumed in desire to speak and break the stupid rule, would count as his frustration with the censure of his words taught say I love you with a smile, a smile of complicity when they were in the corridors of the city, at the corner of a shopping center, a call at midnight, a smile as he tore the clothes in the darkness of movie theaters, a smile to share book or hear a new song.

also wanted to tell with a smile, amid a warm city never said goodbye more re-view, meant that damn smile was the facade, and that despite his perfect life, still had a say I love you and listening to , meant that the silence had learned the perfect way love, because I knew it would not change anything and that he would settle for a smile.

was

and tore the sheet, put the pencil and decided to enter gmail , click [compose mail], enter your address, write to the matter :) and press the send.

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I still can not believe

not yet because I remember every morning when I wake up.
not yet because I feel so much inside me when I see something that makes me remember.

I still think it was yesterday, when in the middle of a sunny plaza, surrounded by people and Comendo ice cream, we promised and vowed for the umpteenth time to love forever.
I still think that these oaths are for children and fools.
still remember how we got married in the middle of the night, the soft light of the moon and the stars, she subtly lit by a couple of torches, with a beautiful short dress at all traditional, white, which almost shines, surpassing in beauty and splendor of the moon, admired by all who attended the ceremony and idolized by me. I remember how we asked as we kissed and hugged excited.
I still wonder he felt at that time.
I can still smell the salty air of tropical paradise that we went on honeymoon, in this private beach on this beautiful yacht that gave you a wedding gift. in all the little details that took that trip, the sailor who fell into the sea, animals from the beach, swimming with dolphins and snorkeling with turtles. Everything seemed so perfect.
yet I can not believe how wrong I was.
still hurts to remember that dirty bed, which is full of lust and sadness, melancholy and despair, where I saw you in the arms of another man, I saw you happy, and he will not recognize anything on my face had been since long ago. did not feel anything by destroying every part of my being with your cold comments, when each of them attacked a different place in my heart and he collapsed to the deepest pit of despair. I was so hurt I thought about ending my life, one day I woke up in an unknown place, lonely and full of the sadness of your memory, which seemed little more than a dream.
still seems like yesterday, I did.
I still find it hard to believe, at that I was unfamiliar place, I peered into a window to discover that I was on the sixth floor, and then, with your memory boiling in my mind as to what my blood at that moment almost negligible, I jumped in head the ladder. I can still lie
suddenly remember that place where I was and call home.
I still find it illogical to stop and remember so clearly my house begin to associate with more and more events and people.
not yet because at the time of fall, when the last thing I could see was a girl at all surprised in the street, and just when I merged with something bigger and I melted into the pavement. I realized that you, not you.
yet I have not been more than a figment of my imagination and my twisted mind, you think for years and stay in my subconscious that your being fed with stories in my dreams that I made my madness I doubt your reality and think if you were, and in the end, I believe you, and you tore me apart.
Yes, I still can not believe.

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Chronicle of a final warning. Before Sleep

She wakes up and he kisses her hands.

She wakes up and he's gone, left early.

She wakes up in the sheets tangled and unmade bed, alone, as For some time now has been.

The mornings and nights were lost in the small glow of candles, no open windows and avoid leaving your home. He leaves every morning when the day is still dark, always comes at night tired, slowly so as not to wake her, but she always looks forward to sailing without him noticing.

Samantha and Gabriel was a couple who though young, his years seemed lost in oblivion.

One night, when Gabriel comes and lies down beside her, almost without touching it, Samantha was out of bed making sure you have fallen asleep, unconscious and quiet. With coffee in hand and a long list of thoughts walks to the room lost in the darkness and the noble silence of the morning, she has to think more than that is about to feel. He felt he was a stranger sharing the same bed, and felt the loneliness again, "I love you" lost, he felt the all turned in and desire nothing they felt that last a long time ago . Definitely, Samantha has lost its pleasures, he devoted himself to forget it and forget it, forgetting it was there when you needed it, but Gabriel turned to her to tell her how beautiful she is, sad and ugly truth, he felt. Then spend hours and strained feelings between those that feeling I had when I met him, those years of glory and small discussions that ended arranged with details, surprises or bed ... Here she is, with this stranger who once greeted with such intensity and there he is, hidden entered a deep sleep.

New morning, Gabriel will diligently. In his case finds a note "I hope early home surprise! turned to see Samantha but she was still in bed almost asleep. More than eagerness and enthusiasm, the curiosity to know what was all him to be faithful to the note. Samantha arrived and found a beautiful black dress, seductive lingerie that could be seen by the sway of her hips as she walked. In the table from the televeisor had a pizza and soda, Samantha has not forgotten the simplicity of Gabriel for things and his favorite dish.

He kept seeing her and she loved, was that look again, a seductive and sharp eyes that clung to the nakedness of his skin. Adolescents as they ate and which covered topics such as mature people but those memories that Samantha forced back into the conversation again and again certain gestures that feel ... Gabriel takes her in his arms and almost seems to drown a kiss, exploring new places he knew. Keeping it clung to her body as she swayed taking off clothes to get to bed and there, started all over again, at least for Samantha.

She wakes up, alone, Gabriel is gone. Beside him a note; "I hope you can forgive me sometime, but I long since you are nothing" ... Samantha collapsed cursing his name trying to kill the memories, after all, for Gabriel was a simple night with a stranger.

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One night after see that regardless of the clouds the moon stood there, motionless, watching the dreams of those who dared look at it, decided it was time to pack up their dreams and start your journey.

were no dreams of grandeur, epic, much less watched a beautiful pink princess and a handsome prince, that I realized while going through all the packing was reviewing its creation date and expiration date.

also found that those dreams were not hers and looked like the dreams that others wanted to spend your life, things as small as your favorite color or flavor had from someone who pass through his life and left footprint, then realized that this was his dream to become the odor, color, taste, pain, yes, that was his dream, leave a mark on every person who passed through her life, not to be eternal, not to rebuild the sketch their tracks, but to be part of your dreams.

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Unaddressed Letter

(Please read this letter)

My dear and valued friend if you read this letter let me say that he has committed a serious and terrible error, for the simple reason that it is not for you. In the envelope do not see your name, and if it appears it is because someone has decided to play a joke to you or me.

I decided to write this letter because I have so many things to say and tell, but I have to whom. Nor do I have blog, I have no facebook, no twitter, I have no account or skype messenger, do not use blackberry or any bullshit of those who invent gossip now for life to people.

last few years I have dedicated every day to write letters that I read at least occasionally to forget my life I've been 1980 and I have no place to keep, so today I decided to give this in the post office, yes, unaddressed. But as people gossip, sure someone reads it. Fortunately I'm not counting anything intimate or personal, because either you interested in my life, or me theirs.

And although this letter has not addressed, I know that today everything is known, and you may receive a response from idle, then maybe I decide to write another letter, and perhaps another. But for now I will stop here.

Sincerely,

Who the fuck cares about you,

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ELLA

is sad but she freaked

do not know what the hell happened

had long looked not

but

I suddenly found her in the aisle in a crowded public office
crazy and talking to herself as she walked from one side to another

his once long blonde hair and neat

now was black and had a little rasta braids these threads full of dressed like a hippie
colors like a clone of herself but poorly dressed

instead of high heels now wearing rubber shoes, a white tennis but filthy

was not the glamorous and elegant lady night

to be doubted that she
I saw wandering

greeted her but she did not recognize me
talked and talked almost in whispers nonstop
a back and forth on his footsteps

I told her first husband and cried
I told her second husband and he called the first husband and first husband wept
phoned me a few days ago and I
confirmed that she was detained in a psychiatric hospital
her dear friend was in an asylum

today I cried too

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Relaunch

I've invited new people to write in this blog, but many of the current users for some time now do not write, I know who want to stay, but with the commitment of at least one story a month. If I should not delete them.

If no response this week assume the silence as a desire to retire.

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A blue flash in the space

When he awoke he knew he was going to be a good day.

The red sunlight came through the window slid slowly, like a thick jelly. When you touch the face of J felt a tingling in your skin leathery and scaly, opened only one of its six eyes and respiratory system aspirated foreign pure sulfur-filled air that morning.

recalled that night watching the stars, reminded her silence as he refused the marital rite, recalled the touch of her arm and the smell of sex hormones that had suddenly begun to stop feeling.

recalled that looked at the stars and thought he saw a blue flash in space, thought it might be a planet where there was a strange form of life, horrible things but with some humanity in them, where there are no worries love where no one woke up the next day with three broken hearts.

Where love was a certainty.

As we know, was wrong.

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DOGS Dogs are very particular
While it is true that as part of their habits is the smell each other's ass
Or go round and round in circles before going to sleep
O wag his tail to tell you they are happy
Or lick and lick to give kisses
lick and lick O the female before mating herds
Or ride ten or fifteen of them wandering around the city behind a single female
O from tree to tree and marking territory by urinating
Similarly howl like wolves at midnight
O show their

long fangs

and growl of rage you

and destroy you with his teeth when they please

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Venezuelan artists confront recent works with their proposed 30 years ago

Héctor Fuenmayor, Julio Pacheco Rivas, Jorge Pizzani, Pancho Quilici and Carlos Zerpa are some of the artists participating in 'Ten of the 80'. [Photo: Ernesto Morgado]

Eighties returned to film, fashion and music. The visual arts revival could not escape. Ten Venezuelan artists to confront his recent works created in the early days of personal computers, the emergence of AIDS, the passage of Halley's comet and the boom of shows like Dallas, Dynasty and Falcon Crest set the tone.

At that time, Ten players in the sample of 80, organized by the Museum D'gallery, were torn between resurrect the painting had been relegated in the seventies by minimalism and conceptualism, or growing forms of expression such as performance or video art, between making sculptures and installations engage.

were the days before the decree of death that hung over the painting, reminds Héctor Fuenmayor, which participates in the exhibition with three paintings of the origins of modern art. "In those years, the painting had to put on authenticity because he had been convicted," he says during assembly.

The exhibition also participates Carlos Zerpa, revealing that he feels very comfortable to be able to compare his work, both past and present, with his contemporaries. "It is an exhibition with friends. Without doubt, the eighties were very strong from the standpoint of art, both painting and sculpture and installations and assemblages. In those years, beginning in video art, is the golden age of Super 8 Venezuelan triumphed throughout the world. The years continue to shine with light itself. "

Zerpa A dialogue between the three dimensional piece Black Warrior Santos and his recent series mutants. The first is an assembly that represents a warrior with no arms or legs, made of leather, knives, shields martial arts, the second is a portrait whose lines are drawn with thousands of miniature bottles.

The painter Julio Pacheco show a work 30 years ago and again last week. It is closing or opening and Night, respectively, which demonstrate the purification of an architectural work of strong impression.

The artist said he decided to participate in the exhibition because they believe you live the right time to examine the past. "To wake up a dormant period is needed to at least 30 years. The decade of which we speak has been addressed by the exhibition's 80. Overview of the visual arts in Venezuela, the National Art Gallery. That was in 1990, was a review a bit premature. Now that 30 years have passed no time for proofreading and even for the revival. They get to take a certain aesthetic values \u200b\u200band accepts them without that seem abhorrent. "Pancho Quilici

establish a counterpoint between its series Money owls and a couple of pieces created for his latest exhibition in the country, which took place in sighted.

"The artists of the eighties live the aesthetic consensus at that time. The first impact for me was the trans, which came abruptly, with colossal force. From that moment of my generation have always been in another latitude, accompanying new trends yet still a bit distant and critical. It is a special generation. "

The exhibition also organic sculptures can be admired Milton Becerra, the drippings of Sigfredo Chacón, the eclectic works of Victor Hugo Irazábal and paintings of Luis Lizardo, Jorge and Miguel von Dangel Pizzani.

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In the 80's, art in Venezuela speaks several languages. In that decade, he tore the straitjacket that was inherited from the geometric and kinetic art. The bonds were released and as a Tower of Babel national art began to speak different languages \u200b\u200band with different artistic expressions. He developed a personal language. And today some of those responsible for this event that marked pattern in Venezuelan art history will gather today in the Gallery D'Museum to be the body of the sample Ten of the 80.
Curated by Nicomedes Febres, the exhibition will tour the work of the 80's and now of Milton Becerra, Sigfredo Chacón, Héctor Fuenmayor, Victor Hugo Irazábal, Luis Lizardo, Julio Pacheco Rivas, Jorge Pizzani, Pancho Quilici, Miguel von Dangel and Carlos Zerpa.
"We did not get the overnight to the 80. We came from 60 and 70 working. Each person did what he wanted to do and that's the part that moves me more," says Carlos Zerpa.
"There was almost an obligation for us so we followed the path of teachers, especially in the geometric and kinetic world. But everyone developed their own personal language, began to construct their things and develop their work. And part of some As seen in this exhibition is as everyone has their own personality and language. Things do not look! "Said Zerpa.
And so they took his job with the art boom of the pictorial movement that began to be harvested around the world in the 80's. Although this group of ten ensure that penalties are a representation of all the artistic explosion of the moment.
"It was a moment in Venezuela, but also in the world. Explodes in the 80 not only in the plastic, but in all the conceptual movement. They seem to have found all aspects of art. The major proposal of the great avant-garde. Facts still feel so that's why he made a presentation exclusively from the 80's. Somehow here we are only 10. But it was a huge move, if you get to do a chronology of what actually took part in this time would we get an encyclopedia, "says Jorge Pizzani
" We are more than 10. The good thing is that we believed in what we were doing in the development of individual work. In addition, flow work by the same authors of 80 and currently is not even similar. We are not in uniform for people to see our sample thought they were the same artist, "said Zerpa.
curatorial Ten of the sample 80 is formed to show the work that artists did 30 years ago and they are creating today. This shows the progress of each of the proposals, I even back to the start of work. It is noteworthy that none of them have stopped working.
"Here is an example of the time. The sample is the view we have today about the activity that was created in the 80, that truth is not so far away. I want to see how it can be seen today. is that when you do a job just seem detestable things. But over time you get a different view, "said Julio Pacheco Rivas.
This trio of artists who prefer not to be called teachers, but artists, agrees to present this exhibition now has an end point: the art is an endurance race. "It is not about being first in this race. You have to be every day. In addition, they must take responsibility at a time where we need to take positions and to cover unfortunate that there are gaps," says Pacheco Rivas.
"Everything that is happening in this moment of darkness that we live today is going to surface. All that is repressed overflows. I am convinced that something is brewing here that is a posteriori, after much repression and so readily of nonsense. They'll be better days, because we will have light, "says Jorge Pizzani.