miércoles, 27 de octubre de 2010

Behold

Behold... what's was on your mind?
Beam volt... go down sometimes, instants rise,
Being bold... to fornicate, grow up, aliment of mine,
Be cold... when I get warm, so secure if midst temperature,
Been sold... our termometer, ambient went on temps soft,
Bing vault... hidden inside of what it deems pertinent,
Bee in hole... wasn't it on hive, neither onward fore,
Bind droll... as rope in the nest of arch,
Bring mold... for everyone involved,
Binge sole... because strongly dislike orgies son!
Bean role... is to feed your soul,
Bim mould... two times better if play my song,
Beem told... sounds that awoke me at home.

Beam ball... the warp is wound in a loom,
Being doll... at this side of force,
Be mole... stuck at my skin alone,
Been told... the roof wasn't creast I rather rafter...
Bing tall... by nature shines through our crater,
Bee in sole... was trying to get by, but pass after soke,
Bind fault... like a legal oath wrong,
Bring all... right, matter, law and do root,
Binge fault... why are you engage on drunken spree?
Bean fall... all over my plate, which do you get?
Bim sold... kind of player, sort of mass reproductive,
Beem false... note came up when nobody onset.

Beam old... because times never pardon me,
Being troll... is like getting mad as heck,
Be called... by thou always is grey!
Been mold... floor wasn't great made for grave soil,
Bing fall... tort was done by the entire world...
Bee in shalk... looks alike ant intertwine,
Bind fold... seems coherence that I stick indenture,
Bring crawl... to the people around, kind detour,
Binge growl... to cruel guys, I ain't that fine,
Bean mole... upon my face, upward facade, under countenance,
Bim fole... orbital period perform, not a spot, nor one dot,
Beem gulp... while was knocking at your door.

Beam goal... is to hit twice this word,
Being shall... everywhere we were, are, at or go,
Be tall... to understand complete why you were gross?
Been growl... in ambience filled with frost,
Bing call... quiet chant ago I got doggo,
Bee fault... you are gonna get hurt by boor,
Bind troll... compeled to restrain sore,
Bring ball... to the dancers on stage, boggle,
Binge false... as a bind made in space bubble,
Bean cold... eaten freely in a row and jaggled of,
Bim holt... my favorite juggle, wooded stuff,
Beem droll... odd instrument that buffon touch.

Beam goal... is move on till I beat its crotch,
Being blow... in lovely form is excelent to comb,
Be whole... ribbon, cord, border and bond,
Been bull... yes, in a land, use our remarks at hong,
Bing dull... four to think on damages in upper court,
Bee molt... in this sheet had shed, cute and poor,
Bind bold... was tied up and hold on,
Bring folks... to end this type of mate,
Binge yolk... would give you aid without a trace,
Bean coll... legume that I embrace,
Bim gulp... performance shock finished choke,
Beem wolf... if the wand errs, next rod on,
Behold... what are you searching for?

Cleuasm

 Dark your body while I repair my blank entity,
 None is gray, a silvering in middle way, for them looks like human being,
 It has not born platinum, with time itself, convert all in vain,
 For my graceful waist, its side will not be surrounded,
 Since nobody found to be static, to me to stop, you've gone walked,
 Someone became neutral, somewhat negatively to me, I have deciphered positive.


 Always he learns something new, of which I ignore everything,
 Belonging each spewed, its presence and my value,
 On having risen for truth advocated, I have lied of descent, sued,
 The defense without reason, precribed his action, the judge pronounced,
 However, sought much reason searched, the motive I have it,
 For what it did not get lost to find, a bit of his love.


 He insinuated that is mine, I am yours has supported,
 No dog barked, not in my silence, to his voice either,
 I have become very tender, you were very sarcastic,
 Obedient receipt punishment, and soft the prize took off,
 Soft, swing up to the bone I've kept, you are hard hearted,
 I have just the relative object, the illogical thing absolutly get.


 Consistency I balance in the relation, you incoherent with style,
 Recommend be pure and healthy as I, perceive him without remedy,
 Censure its lack of attention, notice since I am ready,
 Hasty, I center, while walks parallel its mercy,
 In ridiculous it left me, to the time I am a pride of the good one,
 Thin limit between your veto, and my permission to saying none.


 Amends the evil did to me, you in payment continue in the same thing,
 Inform entire the illegal matter that wanted, the totality of right kind,
 To the end account was given, I count this to the beginning,
 In the disorder I come, has been organized,
 As virtue of neat organism I go, with knowledge of its fault,
 Of being fulfilled with ooze, meanwhile of light it is full.


 I astonish at the twinkling shadows, there is no surprise in my enlightenment,
 Magnanimous I have calculated him, in me discouragement isn't anything new,
 You are remaining obliged, I have the gift of paying what I debt,
 His life in sin does not have price, I have won a saint and die, then,
 Incompetent it holds me upset, the competition in equal I come be,
 Between his common face, and my laborious countenance.


 We are so different, stubborn I, you in judgment,
 Dissimilar, I walk to hand working, which one has eaten,
 I feed of the dispute, the technical dressing earn as identical ornament,
 Nourishes this lack of affection, I do not give him his just deserts,
 Only in the oblivion it left me, I remind him replace his love,
 Rapid I make myself a Superior, slow it stagnated for unproductive.


 Overstocked, filled, completely replete of courage, me that I do not have mettle,
 Bluffer to the degree of arrogant bully, you: humble, sole, and simple,
 I boast of knowing you submissive, intrepid display do, am provocative,
 It lives dependent on the effects, I don't even calibrate the repercussion, some,
 Discuss invite to the vice and transgress, and it goes of respect to the case, corrected,
 The life in corruption I've dissipated, it does not save in the waste.

Cleuasmo

Oscuro tu cuerpo mientras enmiendo mi ser albo,
ninguno es gris, plateado en medio, por parecer humano,
no ha nacido platinado, con el tiempo sí, converso nada en vano,
por mi cintura gracil, no será rodeado su costado,
como nadie halló estar estático, al yo parar, usted ha andado,
alguno se puso neutro, al tanto negativo yo, positivo le he descifrado.

Siempre algo nuevo aprende, de lo cual ignoro todo,
pertenencia cada cual arrogó, su presencia y mi valor,
al subir por verdad abogó, he mentido de bajada, demandó,
la defensa sin causa, precribió su acción, el juez sentenció,
por más que razón buscó, el motivo lo tengo yo,
para lo que no se perdió encontrar, un poco de su amor.

Le insinuo que es mio, soy suyo ha sostenido,
ningún perro ladró, ni en mi silencio, tampoco a su voz,
me he vuelto muy tierno, ha sido usted muy sarcástico,
obediente recibo castigo, y suave el premio se llevó,
blando hasta el hueso me he mantenido, tu duro de corazón,
justo el objeto relativo tengo, obtuvo absoluto lo ilógico.

Consistencia equilibro en la relación, usted incoherente en su estilo,
recomiendo sea puro y sano como yo, le percibo sin remedio,
censuro su falta de atención, advierta como soy presto,
presuroso, me concentro, en tanto su merced anda lelo,
en ridículo me dejó, al tiempo yo soy orgullo del bueno,
delgado límite entre tu veto, y mi permiso a decir no.

Reparo el mal que me hizo, usted en pago sigue en lo mismo,
entero lo ilegal que quiso, la totalidad del derecho genero,
al fin cuenta se dió, yo cuento ésto al inicio,
en el desorden llego, organizado ha venido,
como virtud de pulcro organismo voy, a sabiendas de su defecto,
de estar colmado de cieno, entretanto de luz está lleno.

Me asombro de su titilante sombra, no hay sorpresa en mi iluminación,
magnanimo le he calculado, el desánimo en mi no es algo nuevo,
usted va quedando obligado, tengo el don de saldar lo que adeudo,
su vida en pecado no tiene precio, he ganado un santo y perezco,
incompetente me detenta contrariado, la competencia habré igualado,
entre su común rostro, y mi cara de laborioso.

Somos tan distintos, yo terco, usted en juicio,
disímiles, ando a mano labrando, lo que se ha comido,
me alimento del diferendo, lo técnico goza como idéntico aliño,
nutre ésta carencia de afecto, no le doy su merecido,
sólo en el olvido me dejó, le recuerdo suplo su cariño,
rápido me hago superior, lento se estancó por improductivo.

Abarrotado, henchido, repleto de coraje, yo que no tengo brío,
fanfarrón al grado de arrogante, usted humilde y sencillo,
me jacto de saberlo sumiso, intrépido alarde hago, soy provocador,
vive pendiente de los efectos, ni calibro la repercusión,
convido al vicio y transgredo, e va de respeto al caso, corregido,
la vida en corrupción he disipado, no ahorra en lo derrochado.

martes, 26 de octubre de 2010

Research

 Stop looking what it does not have to find,
 Because you found it some time ago, already,
 Do not even want to investigate for anything seek,
 That to come across something without the blow to succeed,
 It is like to want to touch the immaterial thing.


 Leave aspirations, in its lack it is going to fail,
 Due to the temptations everything will lose,
 Do not insist it, to walk for object that does not cost,
 That this affection to risk for not essential thing,
 as to give the orders to bark to fearful chick.


 Venture dedicating its perfection with property research,
 On the occasion of weakness to weigh, it is necessary to ferret,
 If does not do it well, the evil will do, or undeferential it come be,
 That is neutral, but, party shall pick, in what it will strike on having gone fishing,
 That one similar to the happened and what will occur indeed.


 It is afraid on pain of your growth to suspend own think,
 It is true that the doubt, or sentence, or it rewards here,
 Whom deservedly it operates in the disgrace with honesty,
 When it is not contradicted, thou executes of conformity,
 Evenly everything resembles to just legend that is told it in.

Pesquisar

Deje de buscar lo que no tiene que hallar,
porque encontró hace tiempo eso ya,
ni quiera indagar para nada pesquisar,
que algo topar sin el porrazo acertar,
es como desear tocar lo inmaterial.

Abandone aspiraciones, en su falta va a fallar,
debido a las tentaciones todo perderá,
no encapriche su andar por cosa que no valga,
que ese afecto arriesgar por objeto no esencial,
es como mandar a ladrar a gallina miedosa.

Arriésguese a consagrar su perfección con propiedad,
con motivo de su debilidad sopesar, hay que escudriñar,
si no hace bien, el mal hará, o indeferente será,
que sea neutro, sino, partido cogerá, en lo que sobrevendrá al pescar,
aquello similar a lo ocurrido y lo que acontecerá,

Teme so pena de tu crecimiento estancar,
sea cierto que la duda, o condena, o premia acá,
a quien con razón actúa en la deshonra con probidad,
cuando no se contradiga se ejecuta de conformidad,
con igualdad todo semeja a justa leyenda que se cuenta.

miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010

Give glad tidings to the gap


Vocation to service, it reaches the person has,
quench was required, and that is what concerns everyone,
in problem is sponsorship, and go as full letter,
the benefit of the above, its own utility,
is designed for work, or you find normal,
measured according to the degree with which you want regret,
Between goodwill and salary, worth and give pay.

So work is not similar to the employment,
species can be paid or receive stipend,
because as long as they executed...
your contract is verbal in nature or something formal,
if it is written or is as tradition just oral,
does what it needs your employer or on your own,
the effect of income you earn, you can feed.

Life is resolved, yours, and those sustain by it,
each mount your tent, and temper its existence,
with a benefit that serenity, peace, tranquility,
death to stop, or simply delayed its walk,
despite the crime committed by the criminal,
ever wants to work, or find the motivation,
to their innate behavior change, and give glad tidings to the gap.

Y dé albricias a la carencia

Vocación de servicio, que alcance tenga la persona,
fue saciar lo requerido, y es lo que atañe a cada cual,
en el atrenzo sea auspicio, y vaya como carta cabal,
del provecho del susodicho, su propia utilidad,
para el trabajo esté concebido, o le encuentre normal,
según el grado más mesurado, con el que quiera pesar,
entre plusvalía y salario, lo que valga y le dan a pagar.

Por eso labor no es al empleo similar,
puedes sueldo o especie ir a cobrar,
siempre y cuando lo debido ejecutaras,
sea tu contrato de carácter verbal o algo formal,
si está escrito o sigue una tradición oral,
realiza lo que necesita tu patrón, o por tu cuenta,
como efecto ganancias obtengas, te permita alimentar.

La vida sea resuelta, la tuya, y los que sustentas,
cada uno monte su tienda, y atempere su existencia,
con un beneficio que le de sosiego, paz, tranquilidad,
la muerte se detenga, o sencillamente retrase su andar,
a pesar del delito cometido por el criminal,
que jamás quiere colaborar, ni encuentra la motiva,
para su innata conducta cambiar, y dé albricias a la carencia.

Life is truth

Life is truth, indeed, a but, simulation of existence,
Contrary to what you think, based on a certainty,
paradigms not assumptions, but, either subject to the accuracy,
when you create anything, just remember it is proposed
pattern is changing, transmutes, feeds,
the pause is for the route you constantly continue
swap your spirits, eager to shake from experience
conceived in human mind the described conceptual image due,
manifest and providence, its kind of patience.

What has to be, had not been, what it was, has died,
what should be, achieved will, once that process,
has settled, and the allegation is proven, tried to excuse,
given the relevant law, the just spewed to the possessor,
because it also has belonged to you, for order and through reason.

Apparently, then, is opposed to substance

understand conduct conviction is tied to the will,
vacuuming an appetite, the desire to want to greed...
all that the dream soul's, and intellect longs
opens the understanding in our quest to ensure...
that which is by nature embedded in the course of things,
state that it affects every moving atomic particle,
create, modify, generate, or stops while time its manner...
of produce that can sustain them.

What has to be, has not been what it was, had died,

what should be achieved will, once that process,
has settled, and the allegation is proven, tried to excuse,
given the relevant law, the just spewed the possessor,
because he also has belonged to the order and reason.

Originates by ontology, the phenomenon that motivates,

to discern between what nourishes life, the stuff that deceives,
what his senses perceive, that which actually encourages,
the aim of the coincidence of cause and effect,
between living beings, not wishful thinking, nor virtual manna
is a breath of grace, leading to energy in abundance,
the word's deliver, interaction between the mass and strength,
especially in the dimension is accelerated at the beginning of your business,
residence of each cell, supports more than essence.

La vida es verdad

La vida es verdad, un, sino, simulación de existencia,
contrario a lo que tu piensas, fundamentada en cosa cierta,
no en paradigmas supuestos, mas, bien sujeta a la certeza,
cuando en nada creas, sólo recuerda no es propuesta,
es pauta que cambia, transmuta, se retroalimenta,
la pausa te sirva para la ruta constante continuar,
permuta tus ánimos, ganas de vacilar, por experiencia,
conciba en su mente la descrita, imagen conceptual debida,
así manifiesta la providencia, su especie de paciencia.

Lo que ha de ser, no ha sido, lo que fue, se ha extinguido,
lo que debe ser, habrá conseguido, una vez aquel proceso,
haya dirimido, y lo alegado sea probado, pretexto pretendido,
dado el pertinente derecho, lo justo arrogado al posesor,
porque también le ha pertenecido, por mandato y razón.

Parecer entonces es, opuesto a sustancia,
entender por convicción es conducta atada a la voluntad,
de aspirar una apetencia, el deseo de querer con codicia...
todo lo que el alma sueña, y el intelecto anhela,
se abra el entendimiento en nuestro afán de procurar...
eso que va por naturaleza, inserto en el curso de las cosas,
estado que afecta ésta particula atómica que las mueva,
crea, modifica, engendra, o cesa al tiempo su manera...
de producir en ellas aquello capaz  de sostenerlas.

Lo que ha de ser, no ha sido, lo que fue, se ha extinguido,
lo que debe ser, habrá conseguido, una vez aquel proceso,
haya dirimido, y lo alegado sea probado, pretexto pretendido,
dado el pertinente derecho, lo justo arrogado al posesor,
porque también le ha pertenecido, por mandato y razón.

Origina así por ontología ese fenómeno que motiva,
a discernir entre lo que alimenta la vida, la materia que engaña,
lo que sus sentidos perciban, aquello que la realidad fomenta,
el objeto de dicha coincidencia: de efecto y causa,
entre seres convivencia, no ilusión vana, tampoco virtual mana,
es un soplo de gracia, que conlleva a la energía en abundancia,
dándose la palabra, interactuación de la masa con fuerza,
todo en la dimensión se acelera, al principio de su empresa,
de cada célula su residencia, alberga más que esencia. 

sábado, 16 de octubre de 2010

Dog

 Once upon a mystery, I tell,
 It does long time already, sees horrifyingly,
 They were crying out in the hell…
 There was no step to the purgatory,
 Where concupiscent gentleman dwell,
 It falls down winter of chunk in little,
 They abound in this inferno, litter,
 Insects, monsters, malignant, perverse,
 Also rare and furious false…
 How hungry wolves all the perfidious ones,
 Nevertheless, it was a history this one dog,
 Chancrous, cancerous, unfaithful as few ones,
 Not as others, so uncertain in its game,
 Made ice was hesitating fires,
 I throw to the turn my laments,
 For it to lead disaster,
 Without manners, and traitor since then.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,
 Silly, sad, clean its powders,
 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,
 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…
 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!
 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,
 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,
 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 A cock, I show restraint for this dog,
 Rabid, furious, hostile and morbid,
 With guts intertwine lips,
 And for snout stained with blood hanging tatters,
 Throw candles! Frightful shout was heard,
 Canine so odious as worm in maize,
 It barked to the thief for its member…
 Piece of disguised vulture,
 Only because it was throwing at the dice,
 Those which I possess,
 They would take me for neglected,
 If I will leave his income, do not have it confined,
 I will deny his return to the most finished sky.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,
 Silly, sad, clean its powders,
 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,
 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…
 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!
 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,
 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,
 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 I freeze the foundations, and uselessly evicted,
 He would die in the attempt of raising this one I lodge,
 Consecrated place that the dog in its uproar, unlucky,
 It makes it resemble to a site of clashes,
 Slow I am looking for his space,
 And it that to me has not presented,
 I know it for being a dog misplaced,
 It did not matter for me if it is very fierce,
 Brave! He still had his excess,
 Walking between bones, remains,
 Feeding its unhealthy rites,
 Stealing mellow breads,
 Culminating for archaic ways.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,
 Silly, sad, clean its powders,
 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,
 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…
 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!
 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,
 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,
 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 Indeed, it was a deceitful dog, a plague,
 Fool up to the nonchalance,
 It has been always meats and sheets,
 It demands to be forgotten,
 That has born blasphemy,
 I support since I have had a good time.
 When I knew him, brought closer,
 In the corner for its owner,
 Years already they have happened,
 And it continues being inept,
 It neither advances, nor knows of progress,
 Neither it manages to tire at least.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,
 Silly, sad, clean its powders,
 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,
 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…
 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!
 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,
 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,
 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.

 This way I believe it as defaulter of the cocky greyhound,
 Almost I calcine it, or burn, or gild him…
 Slow there in this cauldron and is him, I am hot,
 After several minutes to the ardor,
 That I take within, my passion,
 For seeing it again between sobs,
 A finicality, several efforts,
 Not to continue being twisted,
 From end to tail, without biting it,
 neither obtaining it, don’t possessing it,
 Bony it that has it vicious.

 Dog! My dog is very sonso,
 Silly, sad, clean its powders,
 Dog! It rocks its tail well-behavedly,
 Pendejo, fool, brute I make a row…
 Dog! It was mine, not of other one, be safe!
 Myth would be if I contribute something to him,
 Dog! I wait for myself for giving it coconut,
 Be, it lost hope, despaired, for the rise ortho cut.
 

Perro

Erase contado un misterio,
Hace largo tiempo ya, ve horroroso,
Clamaban en el infierno…
No había paso al purgatorio,
Donde moran concupiscentes mozos,
Cae invierno de trozo en poco,
Abundan en ese averno,
Bichos, monstruos, malignos, perversos,
También raros y furibundos falsos…
Cuán lobos hambrientos todos pérfidos,
Sin embargo, fue historia éste perro,
Chancroso, canceroso, infiel como pocos,
No como los otros, tan incierto en su juego,
Vacilaba el hielo hecho fuegos,
Echo al ruedo mis lamentos,
Por su conducir siniestro,
¡Un hecho! Sin modales y traidor.


¡Perro! Mi perro es muy sonso,
Tonto, triste, limpio sus polvos,
¡Perro! Mece su cola modoso,
Pendejo, bobo, bruto alboroto…
¡Perro! Mío fue no de otro,
Mito sería si algo le aporto,
¡Perro! Me espero por darle coco,
Sé, desesperó por el orto.


Un gallo comido por ese perro,
Rabioso, furioso, hostil y macabro,
Con tripas entre labios,
Y por hocico ensangrentados colgajos,
¡Échale candela! Se oyó grito espantoso,
Canino tan odioso como gusano en jojoto,
Ladró al ladrón por su miembro…
Pedazo de buitre disfrazado,
Sólo porque le tiraba a los dados,
Aquellos con los que cuento,
Me tomarían por descuidado,
Si dejaré su ingreso, no le tenga confinado,
Negaré su regreso al cielo más acabado.

¡Perro! Mi perro es muy sonso,
Tonto, triste, limpio sus polvos,
¡Perro! Mece su cola modoso,
Pendejo, bobo, bruto alboroto…
¡Perro! Mío fue no de otro,
Mito sería si algo le aporto,
¡Perro! Me espero por darle coco,
Sé, desesperó por el orto.

Congelo los cimientos, y en vano desahuciado,
Moriría en el intento de erigir éste aposento,
Lugar consagrado que el perro en su estruendo,
Lo hace semejar a un sitio de enfrentamientos,
Despacio voy buscando su espacio,
Y eso que no me lo ha presentado,
Lo conozco por ser perro desubicado,
No me importó si es muy fiero,
¡Bravo! Le quedó su exceso,
Caminando entre huesos, restos,
Alimentando sus ritos malsanos,
Hurtando panes rancios,
Culminando por caminos arcaicos.

¡Perro! Mi perro es muy sonso,
Tonto, triste, limpio sus polvos,
¡Perro! Mece su cola modoso,
Pendejo, bobo, bruto alboroto…
¡Perro! Mío fue no de otro,
Mito sería si algo le aporto,
¡Perro! Me espero por darle coco,
Sé, desesperó por el orto.

De verdad, fue un perro embustero,
Necio hasta el desparpajo,
Ha sido siempre carnes y pliegos,
Demanda ser olvidado,
Que haya nacido reniego,
Sostengo como he gozado.
Cuando le supe arrimado,
En el rincón por su dueño,
Años ya han pasado, desgraciado,
Y sigue siendo inepto,
No avanza, ni sabe de progreso,
Tampoco alcanza a cansar por lo menos.
¡Perro! Mi perro es muy sonso,
Tonto, triste, limpio sus polvos,
¡Perro! Mece su cola modoso,
Pendejo, bobo, bruto alboroto…
¡Perro! Mío fue no de otro,
Mito sería si algo le aporto,
¡Perro! Me espero por darle coco,
Sé, desesperó por el orto.

Así le creo moroso del galgo faramallero,
Casi le calcino, o le tuesto, u le doro…
Lento ahí en ese caldero y le quemo,
Luego de varios minutos al ardor,
Que llevo por dentro, me apasiono,
Por verle de nuevo entre sollozos,
Un remilgo, varios esfuerzos,
Para no seguirse retorciendo,
De cabo a rabo, sin morderlo,
Sin obtenerlo, sin poseerlo,
Eso óseo que lo tiene vicioso.

¡Perro! Mi perro es muy sonso,
Tonto, triste, limpio sus polvos,
¡Perro! Mece su cola modoso,
Pendejo, bobo, bruto alboroto…
¡Perro! Mío fue no de otro,
Mito sería si algo le aporto,
¡Perro! Me espero por darle coco,
Sé, desesperó por el orto.

viernes, 8 de octubre de 2010

Writing

Write On! I saw it that causes me pleasure,
to discern good between...
Not to be, and badly to seem,
I managed to deal,
That to pass of instants,
It serves us to comprehend:
Symbols, images...
Morphemes, letters,
Phonemes, theories without precedents,
Allows me to balance them,
My mien of indecent.


Writing is an art,
Of working act the most powerful faculty,
Pedagogic or merchant,
The historical thing that it contains,
Talent needs,
To harvest them,
Of abundant aesthetics...
Verse that in prose I rhymed,
And this way to give it turned to the steering wheel,
In keyboard or pencils.


Writing does not occur everywhere
Not at least on having tried,
Neither since you do not even want...
When to the outline you searched,
I recommend express,
Adoring his language,
Of for yes inherent,
To the surrounding material,
When you design represent...
Enlist to communicate.


Writing is also disorder,
It is necessary for you to remember,
Take accounts of recent,
Or it goes of mess,
After several messages...
Last lines will be nonsense,
The first strophes without tilde,
Will be of correcting them,
Open your mind like later and then...
That it denotes from where I started.


Writing is concomitant...
Holding the culture heritage,
To the margen of every finger this one agent,
Of lacking budget,
With enormous needs,
Because of it that is admitted:
As being intelligent,
Arise from the slope,
That in its life finds,
This way the resources are insufficient.


To write: there goes the word that costs type,
By justice it is obtained,
After be liberating...
And of the mistaken attitudes,
Or the vices that you concealed,
On the heavy worries,
In the deception of your fraud,
Is necessary for my end order to terminate...
Under equal circumstances,
To you had in your hands, get!


To write to the term is sad,
Neither oppressive,
It is better than to hospitalize,
Between sressful stories,
It provides entirely a silence,
Scandal that it damages,
The absence of resonances,
The empire of the muteness,
Off text, the nudity I hate...
When it is opposed to knowledge.