File of May, 2008

May 25 2 008

Long absent, soon forgotten

... there was praying the bootblack The boat”, as I am marine neither of profession nor of grace, I do not believe this affirmation. For those that they love there is neither distance, nor time, nor space that separates them. There will be able to be a separation of thousands of kilometers or light years (if you fall in love with an alien, although I prefer fly me to the moon); you will be able to take a lot of moons, and sometimes thousands of lives in coming (in the trenecito of san I tell neither Fernando nor you); but it will never be the negligence. The distance, since the space is the result of multiplying the speed by the time. I, leave the multiplications to the letters being in my case, for that I want lose the bottom … it is no necessary to have time for the time. And since I speak in the first person, I will continue with monologue. Para los que aman no hay distancia, ni tiempo, ni espacio que los separe. Podrá haber una separación de miles de kilómetros o años luz (si te enamoras de una extraterrestre, aunque yo prefiero fly me to the moon); podrás tardar muchas lunas, y a veces miles de vidas en llegar (en el trenecito de san Fernando ni te cuento); pero nunca será el olvido. La distancia, como el espacio es el resultado de multiplicar la velocidad por el tiempo. Yo al ser de letras, dejo las multiplicaciones en mi caso, por la que quiero pierdo el culo…No hay que dar tiempo al tiempo. Y ya que hablo en primera persona, seguiré con monólogo.
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May 23 2 008

Fading in black

Published by R.B.K. in LilithBlack

It is not that me of good, to write and to count histories, I believe that one gives to me well to receive extracts, it is only a suspicion, in no case I affirm it, it is up you to give a judgment. This time I will try to receive the extract of the pessimism, of the negative attitude stealing ideas and concepts of the more qualified and qualified people, as I did it the previous time and perhaps like that keep on doing it.

I believe that the pessimism, as the love for the solitude, does not have why to be a cowards' thing, not of “rare bugs”, not even of self-worshipping, everyone knows its reason, as to everyone, it touched him a certain vision of the life and they all are respectable, while they respect skylight it is.

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May 21 2 008

The pain of a moment

Published by Mess in my small space

Up to how much might we last and it would be just?

Up to where would we be capable of coming? …: will it be sufficient?

How much weight can we load? …: will it allow us to walk?

How many things will we have left behind without realizing?

When is it the just moment in which we decide to stop? to value the covered, to look behind and to do scales of the real thing, of the enjoyed, of the emaciated time, of the well used moments, of the despised ones.

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May 21 2 008

Original

I have extracted this text of another blog of Internet published by DA. in ALT.com. And I want to make you participants of, with this I denounce other blogs created Implicitly to pirate texts of other authors without quoting the sources, be already an Internet route, newspapers, books, etc.

  • Plagiarism is the act of presenting like his the entire or partial work without being its author or authoress. Copy of a foreign work that appears like proper.

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