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lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

virtual Poems: Invisible Nature (free download)

poems natural invisble

Paul McCartney had said in The End of the Abbey Road album: "In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." Applying that phrase to this virtual world of bloggers, hackers and I - and they are called? - Could have something like this: "In the end, the files you download files that are equivalent to upload to Mediafire or Rapidshare"

No need careful analysis to realize that all my discs from piracy, whether physical or virtual. That's why I have the duty and obligation to share something with the network in a way I've been doing by placing links to download some of my favorite records, to the irritation of the lords of Blogger and the CEA- but this time put at your disposal, the link of my poems multimedia downloads: Invisible Nature.

Created a year ago, the poems made his auspicious debut at the Frankfurt Book Fair in La Paz in August, later to be presented at the Book Fair of Cochabamba in October 2009. The last presentation was part occurred a few weeks ago, as part of the meeting of the Reading the Future.

The collection of poems, published by the Yerba Mala Cartonera contains several artifacts from the careful design of each cover of the four books that make up the inclusion of a small mp3 player which are inserted several songs, which served as inspiration for many of poems written there.

So do not waste your time, download Invisible Nature, the poetry book that fascinated-oh yeah, today I am very naive, Eddie Vedder, Tom Yorke and Karen O.

Download Link:
http://www.mediafire.com/?ooq6rx6m6m1hbzx

pornographic pedophilia

Literature is not counter-productive and leads to bad habits, but there are occasions in which it produces negative reactions do not occur in the space provided. It is public knowledge, there are books aimed at adults, others are developed for young readers and there are even proposals designed for children.

When a work comes into the wrong hands, then the problems start, as it did days ago in Argentina's Chaco Province. There, a group of parents, teachers, psychologists and councilors reported that he had begun to be distributed in schools literary material whose content was "apology or glorification of pedophilia."

For the profile of these claims, the scandal was soon to emerge and the authorities were forced to remove from circulation to this text that had been released by the provincial Cultural Institute under the title "Arquitextos - Creative tools for literary production" .

While the decision to halt the distribution of this work, with several officials in public statements, were ordered to clarify that the book was not designed as a textbook, but as a tool of literary workshops.

Silvia Robles, the president of the Chaco Culture Institute, was one of the authorities who sought to bring clarity to this issue that shocked many Argentines. As stated before the media, never planned to make "Arquitextos" a source of school consultation as a "technical book for specialists who are dedicated to providing the professional work of literary workshops," as reproduced from DiarioChaco.com .

Despite the explanations and the active role that seemed to take the provincial government after the reaction of many parents still do not know who are responsible for having come to school reading materials, according to the complaint, contains various paragraphs obscene and includes some references to pedophilia.

I SAY:

There was a better way to encourage reading in young people (many quickies) today?

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http://www.informadorpublico.com/101125.html
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South Plaza
HernÃ¡n D 'Ambrosio (The endless procession of termites by the Tree of Life)

Sitting on the bench
we kissed
as adolescents
an eternal first date.
Children play
in the sand
and the seesaw seesaw
when the toboggan slides
and handrails hand rails.
Mothers Speak
branches creak
unions
decide to camp
and the drums
believers come
the Church
to pray
for the death penalty
newlyweds leave
and funeral
Rice is eaten pigeons
if they are not forward
vagrants
or sweepers
Work Plan.
Now that the cuidaparques
does not see us
escape from the street sweepers
trepÃ©monos the tree
and make love
between branches
and form a society
top
as the Baron in the Trees
refugiÃ©monos
of living fibulae
and avoiding dignify dignifying
Help!
You can not escape rapist
and a thief appears
and steals the knife rapist
fleeing disappointed
while the thief steals your wallet
women
and see a police
which is awarded
the thief's wallet and women
to buy cocaine and paco
drug dealer
distribute among the kids
and better idiots selling because
The go into the dungeon.
Book sales
always doing well
for used books
have life
and good price
and there is nothing better
books have in common.
The kid on the bench
Rayuela reading
over lunch
in the break that is almost over.
The train
Apple turns
and a dog has
want to play and run.
If we hamacÃ¡ramos
two
in a single hammock
I think we would end up winning
a new planet
or some parallel dimension
or the devil's throat.

Leisure Time
HernÃ¡n D 'Ambrosio (I smoked neck rope)

Because
suicides,
overdoses,
murders
and accidents
death had free time.
It was masturbatory,
but got bored.
Became addicted to the Internet,
but the chat and information
the puzzled
and their bones greening
and began to grow roots
had to quit their addiction.
Suicides,
overdoses,
murders
and accidents
increased;
death had more free time.
He declined his salary.
Had to juggle
at traffic lights
and sell stamps
on trains
to make money.
Not enough.
Scythe insisted
and bought a knife.
Noted in a casting
to play a leading role
in a film about gauchos,
but not hired.
Left to steal
and got caught.
She was fired from work
and sentenced
to ten years in prison.
Death had more free time
but enclosed,
committed suicide.
Now everyone will live forever
unless
us to commit suicide
or die of overdose
or killed
or injured.
Fuck death ...

psychology self improvement self-help books

Charles Bukowski

Bukowski poems compiled into a. Txt (50kb)

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THE BITCH THAT TOOK MY POEMS.

"Some say we should eliminate the poem
personal remorse,
remain abstract, there is some merit in this, but
BY GOD!
Twelve poems lost and I have copies!
And you took my pictures, the best!
It is intolerable!

Do you try to fuck me like everyone else?
Why do not you take my money?
Usually take it out of the bedrooms and pants drunk and sick
in the corner.
Next time take my left arm or a ticket of 50,
but not my poems.

I am not Shakespeare
but maybe some day and do not write more,
abstract or the other.
There will always be money and whores and drunkards
until the last bomb falls,
but as God said,
folding legs:
I see I have created many poets but not much poetry. "

MY COLLEAGUE.

For a boy of 21 years in New Orleans I was not worth much
off: He had a small room that smelled of
piss and death
but I wanted to be there, and had
two lovely girls at the end of the hall who
they kept beating on my door and yelling. "Arise!
There are good things out there! "

"Wisely to get away," I said, but that only
goaded them on, they left notes under the door and
flowers with adhesive tape stuck to
doorknob

I was on cheap wine and green beer
dementia ...

I met the old guy in the room
next, somehow I felt old as
on, his feet and ankles were swollen and could not
tying shoes.

Every day about one o'clock we went for a walk
a walk together and it was very
slow: each step was painful for
the.

As we approached the curb, I helped him
up and down
grabbing him by the elbow
and the back of your
belt, we were getting.

I liked: I never questioned
about what I was or was not
do.

He should have been my father, and what I liked best
was what he kept saying
again: "Nothing is worth the
penalty. "

It was a wise
those young girls should
to have left him
notes and
flowers.

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Some books in one. Rar (<5Mb)
* The sex machine
* Class
* Beginner
* Letters of a Dirty Old Man
* Is looking for a woman
* Stop looking at me the master boobs
* Life of a Tramp
* ETC ETC ETC

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bonus and an interview with Sean Pean to Bukowski, classic.

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My First Book - If you like writing you have to go ...

poems poetry texts

In 2004 I was finishing high school and the language teacher had asked us to read poetry. I was writing for years but only my closest friends knew. By one of those inexplicable one of my poems came at the hands of the teacher who kindly asked to see the leaves scattered for years roamed the pages and folders of my classmates. (I never had a sense of belonging to my texts, I agree with someone to read)

I was more than a week to collect the texts, to my surprise there were over 200. Put them in a folder and handed to the teacher. The following week, the teacher claimed that he had forgotten at home and I could go in the afternoon to look if it was not too much trouble. So I did, but to my amazement, oblivion was a pretext to talk me out of school. At that time offered to publish my writing, Chuck did not exceed 50 individuals and all that was left in my hands is the draft which is then printed edition.

I decided to post some of those texts here. Before I forget, the book is called "Labyrinth of Forget-Me."

Amid'm novae
I am a legend
a hurricane of ideas.
Infinite path through the gorge
in your arrogance.
Completed the magic
I shot your shadow, your eyes, your breath ...
I buried between silences
and my epitaph
was only the memory of which
was.
I am a legend
metamorphosis of

soul.

With wet eyes
and sores to the bone
my pupils transparent
after the decline of asphyxia,
make out a landscape
rivers of poems,
dead forms
and a wildfire,
shooting
I threatened to call the shots.

A huge hole
morbid bottomless
doubtfully spiral
who bears the burden of a poem.

I found myself walking among stars
flying in the hands of the fairies
suspended between nothingness
fell suddenly
the fumes of asphalt that I burned my bones
ashes were in my dreams
remain in the air,
in each molecule,
in each hole ...
aromas permeating my
delivering wishes
a flash of light seeps through a crack
I hope to bring hope
to think new thoughts
continue to walk among the stars.

I hope you enjoyed ...

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