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end by Christmas, Harold Alvarado Tenorio (Colombia)

that summer was true.

Well, you did.

In those days Prague was an endless sunshine

, June,

and you, with your 20 completed

lied to the right hand and the sinister

to all respectable.

had to see with

garish sweater and cowboy

snuff you said did you

in Salamanca

auction price of Zara Golden

there to see you,

or Cuba or drunk or drunken nights and weeks

reviewing a lost destiny.

No, today we know, the future for you.

All beauty ends and suddenly

said then.

These days, in Cartagena de Indias,

saw a wreck coming from Eckenforde

and I thought it was you, you, that same

in a small hotel in the U Street Obecniho

Dvoratodo

a loved summer even

halftime

to whom he had adored

in his youth. Oh

days and nights

of Prague

Dubček

waiting with champagne in hand,

a change in our lives.

Everything vanished in one night.

While Russian tanks occupied the streets

our love was shattered in a car

Undertakers

Berlin Road.

Oh Brando, Brando, Brando Maria Schneider

screaming to get out of the ground, abandoned and alone

last tango a Parigi.

Harold Alvarado Tenorio

http://www.haroldalvaradotenorio.com/

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LETTER II, IDEA VILARIÑO POEM (Uruguay)

Reading poems this day, Idea book (beautiful name by the way); poem is "In the most implacable of the night," Poetry Prize winner José Lezama Lima, Casa de las Americas, 2005. I found it by chance looking for a biography of Juan Carlos Onetti of whom more than you want, I can not separate them. Because I feel her breath on the beautiful poems of the poet who was able to be with life, blood and all the grandeur of the poetic word.

LETTER II ( Poem)

You are far and south

there are four.

Leaning back in your chair

supported the coffee table

your room

lying on a bed

yours or someone

you wish to delete, I am thinking of you

not

seekers

with you what I want.

I'm thinking of you and minutes ago

maybe half

not know.

When the light is over

know which are the nine

stretch out the blanket I put on the black suit

and I spend the comb.

'll go to dinner

is clear.

But at some point I

again this quarter

'll throw me in bed and then you remember what

say my desire to see

I look

your presence of man I need in life is

will

as now you get in the afternoon

already

night

to be the only one

thing I care in the world.

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RECESS, MARTÍNEZ Mercis story. (Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela)

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If today I achieved this way I look. Today in my lunch box and I only want to give it juice. At least I'll be close, again. Her hair smelled like condensed milk and was black, black. Tickled my nose, she did not realize. I was distracted by taking the juice. We were sitting, was full recreation and all ran in all directions. Rubber band playing but I would not go this time. Even half lacked juice. When I was sitting not tell the difference, but when he walked his lameness noticed it until the one-eyed janitor. Again the smell of condensed milk. I had told Ocumare coming from the coast. His father said he had not drunk, but then as not to see the beer truck coming from the front. In that accident only his leg and a scar on his chin. And fuck the Chamos began again. It was not love, but neither wanted to play rubber band. Or is there that have more than nine years to understand this stupidity. When I get angry I say bad words, but the smell of condensed milk left to go get a fight. Yes, it was beautiful. Very nice, her hair was black, black. All the fourth grade I had been with her all the breaks. He gave one of my yukipak, my mom always got two in case someone was missing and she always lacked. As was missing a pair of shoes. The foot that had him limping spent. I meant the shoe. I always tell her shoes and walk to the eyes of the bulbs of the cars. For this reason alone took me to a psychologist. Feared was a retard. The doctor gave me a lollipop and gave me a kiss on the cheek, after telling my mom I had an IQ: 100. The joy of mom made me give him the pacifier. The Yukipak lasts only ten minutes while she reveals how living in the step of four hundred thirty-two Cemetery. He gets quickie when shots come from above. But uploading carrying buckets full of water is more complicated. Imagine. How much can load this firifiri, which carries a sneeze. I like my hair. I did not like to laugh with gelatin that my mother had thrown in my hair last week. Just bring a YuKipak, but this time I brought two cigarettes. CI/100. She did not row this morning before singing the anthem. It was strange not to see it. The shot fell from ten steps above, it is embedded in his back. We were down to all the yard and the minute of silence calling, it was very long in my chest. Still no room for any noise other than the sound made by sucking the juice of my straw Yukipak.

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A WOMAN OF CAL, teresa poem Coraspe

I'm going to be a woman of lime sand
a woman a woman
sunless
a woman /
has broken all spaces

to find your face in the moon hiding
and look in the reflection that night
allows
I am a woman eaten by the salt
pending a woman
shade and perhaps tie
I know I'm not

nor I know I only know that I hope the last drop of bitter despair

these
empty wine glasses and blue and far your arms and my waist tight
in silence my mouth
vacuum attached to the edge without your kisses

cracked a mouth that can not
ask because he knows where it is permissible to say

A closed mouth with lost keys.

Sunday, December 5, 2010 11.15 pm

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NALU SILVA MONTERREY,

"Power, Relationship and Partnership between Yek 'WANA of Caura rivers and Erebato"

is an honor of Guyana, the country and the world, this woman Guyanese: SILVA MONTERREY NALU. In his work we assess the degree of love, coupled with close observation is inescapable pattern of the investigator. Indeed, catalog who is or not, writer, is a task difficult among writers prefer to tell people who are fervently devoted to the art of writing, it is their job and they also have a comprehensive thinking on art and art in general, that is, a humanist in every sense of the word. Working with the hard job of reading books and more books until your eyes bleed you, it is not easy. Is not, as some do, that the tree has green leaves as the eyes of his beloved, in this there is no creation, no metaphors, ie, are empty words. Literary art is something else, is to transform reality into one that is not, but he seems. This is to stop an endless dialogue or monologue, (either), never mind. I think Nalu is a writer for the dedication in the difficult craft and art of writing, for his humanistic vision for life, with passion and love we put into what does and what he truly believes. There is no difference, so we're a little poets work and delete the word to leave the impression that we really need to transmit. So with indigenous Nalu, find the track, the social environment, your environment to give us the dream of water, the green mountains of Guiana, which is so magical. So Anthropologist outlines his vision goes far beyond the bones, to give us the raw of those beings who wander the land of our origins, ancestors which still survive in the winter time. That's a bit like saying Nalu Guayana.Teresa Coraspe.

Nalu Anthropologist Rosa Silva Monterrey, Caracas carambola (18 February, 1962) and daughter of good friend René Idrogo and Virginia Silva Monterrey, has ridden on the backs of the Caura River on a canoe, is simply lost. Primary and Secondary Snow College where he graduated with the highest average for a bachelor for the entire state of Bolivar. It is one year in England where he learned English and then to Mexico to National School of Anthropology and History, where he graduated in 1986 with honors and Juan Comas Prize for the best thesis of Anthropology of the year. In 1989, he moved Afranci majoring in Social Anthropology and Ethnology and obtained his doctorate at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes en Sciences Socialesde Paris in 2007. Nalu Silva Monterrey is that always has graduated with top honors. UNEG is a professor since 1994. In 1995 he founded, along with her life partner Alexander Mansutti, Anthropological Research Center of Guyana. He has over 25 published works on the Indians of Guiana, the most recent "Power, Relationship and Partnership between Yek'wana of the Caura rivers and Erebato "with which he competed for his doctorate in Paris (France). Coordinated prospective study of the UNEG to Ciudad Bolivar and is part of "Citizens of Angostura actively working on a proposal to develop CiudadBolívar. An honor to be friends with such a distinguished citizen angostureña, whose name carries a Caño Caura River as a tribute Yek'wana Village, as well as having shared this week presenting his recent book in the House of Twelve windows. Nalu in Portuguese and Galician means Moon.

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