This afternoon I will be in Punta Umbria holding EDIT, the Meeting of Independent Publishers. Starting at 23 h. we performed several and performances in the Casino (Plaza Pérez Pastor, s / n).
I hope!
I hope!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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a potential suitor asks me this afternoon:
- Why have so many scratches?
What answer that? What I have broken the spirit of so many sons of bitches that I ended up hating? What there are so many evil inoculated by endless humiliation and misunderstandings that sometimes you have to open an escape valve for something? What I've become the ghost of Elvira, and drag my Félix de Montemar to his doom, but hated by Therefore, he may soon become the next Felix de Montemar in a cycle is not broken?
- has done me a friend's cat.
- has done me a friend's cat.
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Yesterday afternoon I went to that temple of paganism called Basilica de la Macarena. I have seen many things in my life, but what really shocked me: the crowds have turned the Basilica in little more than a store Bershka. If something can feel there is Christianity, but raves.
Upon leaving, the priest who gave the service was greeted by a friend of mine. He introduced me and we greeted and said:
- This is a good boy. And you, are you good?
sexagenarian The black eyes and raven dug into some part of my flesh, my virginity lost in the squalor, within about three hundred men whose beds have spent in the various attempts of suicide, in the place where stay all my sins and dislikes, the terrible reason for all my partners have fled and are still shudder when they hear my name. The man had just over sorcerer cure, no doubt: I had read all my records at a glance. I smiled as well and said goodbye to the company.
Yesterday afternoon, I understood the maxim "Do not judge and will not be judged. "And I promised never to criticize strongly the crowd that desecrates the Macarena.
Upon leaving, the priest who gave the service was greeted by a friend of mine. He introduced me and we greeted and said:
- This is a good boy. And you, are you good?
sexagenarian The black eyes and raven dug into some part of my flesh, my virginity lost in the squalor, within about three hundred men whose beds have spent in the various attempts of suicide, in the place where stay all my sins and dislikes, the terrible reason for all my partners have fled and are still shudder when they hear my name. The man had just over sorcerer cure, no doubt: I had read all my records at a glance. I smiled as well and said goodbye to the company.
Yesterday afternoon, I understood the maxim "Do not judge and will not be judged. "And I promised never to criticize strongly the crowd that desecrates the Macarena.
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Grillot de Givry, "The subjectum artis "
" Nicolas Valois, the alchemist, says: 'The Science of the Philosophers coniste in knowledge universal power of things. "
In the dark night of your soul, sometimes you've longed for, my disciple, the advent of immeasurable light comes, one day distant and undefined, to illuminate your helplessness.
you dream, confused vision, joy, harmony superhuman omniscience, unlimited power.
have sensed something of splendor, beyond darkness and the gloomy sadness of chaos where you awkwardly debates.
And behold, the horizon of your life is stained with purple and leaves you a glimpse of something better and more perfect. Hurry to that glow
still undecided. Go after him. It is the Star of the Magi rising for you and guide you, if not look away, toward the Master of the World. Delivered
yourself, you have the disorder characterized by the ideas and actions.
The specific remedy for this disorder is the return into yourself.
Return within oneself requires a continuous effort of will and durable.
The effort requires a continuous and lasting rule of life.
The rule of life involves a series of spiritual acts must make carefully.
The first rule that summarizes all the others is the caring what people say and do.
Put on indifference as a shelter, here's the magic key of life. Break free of contingencies. Get rid of all attachment to the subject ( hylofilia ). Lock yourself in your thoughts and your science. I know the lonely, the true moniaz ; a cell built for you in your own heart. OK
dark life when you're hungry for glory is the epitome of perfection alchemy. So riurosamente, have fulfilled the Great Work of Santos.
The ideal is you've created a kingdom to govern sovereign domain. What more do you want? You
King when the thrones are crumbling! Are High Priest, when hierophanies wobble!
the crowd despises, despises the mob despises the lot! Escape von Max Knight faces. Only be an exception is worthy of your interest.
popular expansion deserves consideration only once nested. A monument built many hidden disciplined excellence, the monument that casts no shadow: the Pyramid. Unruly crowds have never managed to do nothing but scream and given to plunder, which is available to everyone. Will you join simple unit to them? Give up the Great Work. The Way of Absolute never be opened for you. Wisdom Wishing
while popular approval is laughable.
'Acting is not acting, "said Lao Tse; remember. When the crowd howls and battle out there, my disciple, sailing on atanor your soul and do not interfere in the quarrels and fights.
If you find it easy to ignore what we think and say about you, cheer up! You've made progress towards the Absolute.
's reputation is not only important to the testimony of consciousness. What good is passing through tight saint if peace does not dwell in your heart?
According Ladder Philosophers must begin work when the Sun is in Aries and Moon in Taurus. Ripley
El Rosario assure us that it takes a year to obtain the Philosopher's Stone in all its stability and strength. And Bernard Trevisan adds seven days.
includes these words and meditate. Strive to develop the latent forces that remain in you. Organize your life according to the hidden rules. You are the very stuff of the Great Work. Albifícate, espiritualízate, purify your astral cimerianas deslígate of shadows. But if you prefer to abandon
random events,
In the dark night of your soul, sometimes you've longed for, my disciple, the advent of immeasurable light comes, one day distant and undefined, to illuminate your helplessness.
you dream, confused vision, joy, harmony superhuman omniscience, unlimited power.
have sensed something of splendor, beyond darkness and the gloomy sadness of chaos where you awkwardly debates.
And behold, the horizon of your life is stained with purple and leaves you a glimpse of something better and more perfect. Hurry to that glow
still undecided. Go after him. It is the Star of the Magi rising for you and guide you, if not look away, toward the Master of the World. Delivered
yourself, you have the disorder characterized by the ideas and actions.
The specific remedy for this disorder is the return into yourself.
Return within oneself requires a continuous effort of will and durable.
The effort requires a continuous and lasting rule of life.
The rule of life involves a series of spiritual acts must make carefully.
The first rule that summarizes all the others is the caring what people say and do.
Put on indifference as a shelter, here's the magic key of life. Break free of contingencies. Get rid of all attachment to the subject ( hylofilia ). Lock yourself in your thoughts and your science. I know the lonely, the true moniaz ; a cell built for you in your own heart. OK
dark life when you're hungry for glory is the epitome of perfection alchemy. So riurosamente, have fulfilled the Great Work of Santos.
The ideal is you've created a kingdom to govern sovereign domain. What more do you want? You
King when the thrones are crumbling! Are High Priest, when hierophanies wobble!
the crowd despises, despises the mob despises the lot! Escape von Max Knight faces. Only be an exception is worthy of your interest.
popular expansion deserves consideration only once nested. A monument built many hidden disciplined excellence, the monument that casts no shadow: the Pyramid. Unruly crowds have never managed to do nothing but scream and given to plunder, which is available to everyone. Will you join simple unit to them? Give up the Great Work. The Way of Absolute never be opened for you. Wisdom Wishing
while popular approval is laughable.
'Acting is not acting, "said Lao Tse; remember. When the crowd howls and battle out there, my disciple, sailing on atanor your soul and do not interfere in the quarrels and fights.
If you find it easy to ignore what we think and say about you, cheer up! You've made progress towards the Absolute.
's reputation is not only important to the testimony of consciousness. What good is passing through tight saint if peace does not dwell in your heart?
According Ladder Philosophers must begin work when the Sun is in Aries and Moon in Taurus. Ripley
El Rosario assure us that it takes a year to obtain the Philosopher's Stone in all its stability and strength. And Bernard Trevisan adds seven days.
includes these words and meditate. Strive to develop the latent forces that remain in you. Organize your life according to the hidden rules. You are the very stuff of the Great Work. Albifícate, espiritualízate, purify your astral cimerianas deslígate of shadows. But if you prefer to abandon
random events,
cries then hopeless know no more than
failure and disappointments. And never enter into
the assembly of the philosophers.
failure and disappointments. And never enter into
the assembly of the philosophers.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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Liz Taylor and another nest of the swallow. Still
Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf reminds me so very much to that relationship almost forgotten, as a literary as I have. But I still remember my cries, my insults, blows. Remember, Celedonio?
of not having thrown over the terrace of your attic, our nest would now be very similar to this one nest, George and Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf . Now, two years after the fall, I thank you for having cast into the abyss. Thank you for two years of antidepressants and antipsychotics. Anything but disrespect and violence.
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anyone know what love is much criticized
There is still someone who knows what love is. Borja Novoa knows. I do not know if its conclusions are derived from his youth, or his good health, or that it is not broke yet. But Borja Novoa does know what love is, even more than Jorge de Montemayor. This guy with simple videos to me that there is still room for hope, which is not entirely monolithic the evil of the century, the paradigm of liquid love. I'm happy for him, really.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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Garci. Hairs were
Garci is much criticized, but do you want to tell you, I like 's grandfather and, above all, You're the one . His movies are pure poetry. And I feel so identified with the character of Julia ... Stuck with a dead soul. And that band sound ... Oh God, do not wait to see the North Sea, returning to La Coruña, Santander and see everything in that black and white. Beautiful.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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hairs out. Because when there is no will, when the body weight up to leave the bedroom, we must draw strength from where they are and remove the ring, to fight. Because the first step is to love under will be willing to love yourself. If the world is appearance, would not be possible to manipulate? "Change of direction that energy in motion? I realize I've been all this time talking about something that I know of: love. I do not know what is love. Neither have I loved, or loved me. To love someone is to give a pint of blood for him, and I have not seen such a thing: anodynia just cowardice.
why I read the Diana of Jorge de Montemayor. To try to understand what that feeling is replaced in this century by mutual meat. To go crazy as Chrysostom, student pastor Quixote. To prepare my body and my mind waiting for true love, maybe someday and do not leave, as the murderer Marc ... Of course, as it will never listening to Marilyn Manson and hurting, and all returned in triplicate. Leo
Song of the Nymph of the Second Book of Diana . And the plaintive song of the Rev. Diana as it sounds, thankfully, detached, uninvolved my thoughts. It has become light.
"... Why are you going? Di, pastor.
Why I want to leave
where time and place
and joy of our love
not be able to forget me?
What will I feel, unfortunate ,
fun coming to this valley,
when you say: ah good time!
was I sitting here talking to my Sireno
?
See if it will be sad not to see and view this field as decorated trees
and my name in its bark
through your hands allowed.
Or if there will be pain as the result
do
saw me and just seeing him so sad,
where with such great fear
I discovered your pain ... "
By the way, happy Palm Sunday.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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First game of the crown. Game played on Ceres, the Ceres Rus wins by 1 goal to 0. 
First game of the crown. Game played on Ceres, the Ceres Rus wins by 1 goal to 0.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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" ... then the motherfuckers ask me, but what's wrong, why are you so what do you want, what the hell you want, and I will answer: HOPE, LOVE HOPE ".
Angélica Liddell
CARLOS. Carlos. Carlos.
Angélica Liddell
CARLOS. Carlos. Carlos. 
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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be queer is proudest
In a neighborhood of Seville, whose name I remember, not long ago there lived a boy of fifteen raised in the most absolute of emotional misery. Respect for him for that reason alone, I'll spare you the nasty details of a life marked by neglect, the most monstrous lack of empathy about him and other circumstances that are often made many jokes on such shows as Aida and People who laugh a lot.
came this guy to fall in love with a young something greater than he who, for no change, not his. As there was no way to get rid of the guy who wanted it most in his life, took him to the environment for who knew more queers and so they flew alone. In a few weekends, the uncle and his friends became the child in the clown of the gang, and engaged him to believe that this or that guy had noticed him and throw it like a dog and laughing at the upcoming pumpkins they gave him. They had as they say-so in some literary circles of the environment-the "slut" group, and made much fun of it over his shoulder as they cheered as the best of friends.
The boy fell into the network that we have all gone: indiscriminate promiscuity and disappointment as hosts, basically. They say they set up house in Madrid and boyfriend made a camel. They say that rare was the day he entered the house and the spouse was not getting streaks or three at a fucking on the couch with two guys in two. They say it was killing him, the pain was becoming unbearable. Said that one night, finding again the same scene as usual, exploded and told her boyfriend everything loudly. You're killing me, "he said. They say he ran to the window and jumped. His nineteen he threw out the window, struck like a nest of eggs which have not yet come the birds. Nineteen years without reaching a glimpse of what was a caress, a hug, I love you. Say. No: do not say. He told me his mother I called to say he was dead.
That week I met the guy who had loved this child dearly, without waiting for anything in return. I made the inevitable question with a smile of banality between puffs of smoke that deserved to be destroyed to hosts.
- Have you heard about ***? How strong, right? (Sonrisa. Hollow.)
- Yes, I heard. What do you think of this? To you I loved you so much.
- Psss ... Well, I do not know ... Well, how about you how are you? What is your life? We go out tonight? Where can we go?
Twenty seconds. The fag gave twenty seconds to talk about the death of those most wanted and want in your life.
is proudest to be queer.
came this guy to fall in love with a young something greater than he who, for no change, not his. As there was no way to get rid of the guy who wanted it most in his life, took him to the environment for who knew more queers and so they flew alone. In a few weekends, the uncle and his friends became the child in the clown of the gang, and engaged him to believe that this or that guy had noticed him and throw it like a dog and laughing at the upcoming pumpkins they gave him. They had as they say-so in some literary circles of the environment-the "slut" group, and made much fun of it over his shoulder as they cheered as the best of friends.
The boy fell into the network that we have all gone: indiscriminate promiscuity and disappointment as hosts, basically. They say they set up house in Madrid and boyfriend made a camel. They say that rare was the day he entered the house and the spouse was not getting streaks or three at a fucking on the couch with two guys in two. They say it was killing him, the pain was becoming unbearable. Said that one night, finding again the same scene as usual, exploded and told her boyfriend everything loudly. You're killing me, "he said. They say he ran to the window and jumped. His nineteen he threw out the window, struck like a nest of eggs which have not yet come the birds. Nineteen years without reaching a glimpse of what was a caress, a hug, I love you. Say. No: do not say. He told me his mother I called to say he was dead.
That week I met the guy who had loved this child dearly, without waiting for anything in return. I made the inevitable question with a smile of banality between puffs of smoke that deserved to be destroyed to hosts.
- Have you heard about ***? How strong, right? (Sonrisa. Hollow.)
- Yes, I heard. What do you think of this? To you I loved you so much.
- Psss ... Well, I do not know ... Well, how about you how are you? What is your life? We go out tonight? Where can we go?
Twenty seconds. The fag gave twenty seconds to talk about the death of those most wanted and want in your life.
is proudest to be queer.
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