Should I Get Fasciectomy Leg

Melilla

There is a dirty sky, smudged,
at six o'clock on Monday.
Never, never to be heard again
the echo of your body numb,
warm, rested between the sheets.
Neither time nor other bodies or another drink
have given me back a piece of your shadow to be sewn
my dreams and miseries
my fear of the windows closed, my childhood disguised
and helpless.

ever ... ever

light clings to the palate memory and flight
crazy and heartless to your star,
the aftertaste of a fluffy cloud, a story
sprinkled through kissing. Ever

cold leads me to your hiding heated,
where it is now possible and always
a hot cup of hope
with cookies, candy and looks.


ever ... My house gray, blurred, with this love longevity
not forget,
cabin has become pirates,
swordswoman hostage to nostalgia, coffee
water sea \u200b\u200bin the cup rotates.
When dawn is not light, but word
whiplash and cold without shelter, there are only ashes
frames, sepia
pain in the drawers and slam
fairies. Never ever
your siren song,
never magic.

After Zopiclone Overdose

Hallelujah!

back end truths at half mast
are eaten with raw evil masked
dirty



last asphalt deflects solid fossil

way to the concrete shell in the hands

glacial


empty gesture in the redemptive smile




the world is our
the

end we won

How Do You Know If Tounge Ring Is Too Short

¿Hipercomunicación?

Hernán Casciari Reflect on your last entry about the curse that is the mobile phone to contemporary writers and in part to today's society.

To summarize for you do not want to read the entire text, while Hernan told his daughter the story of Hansel and Gretel , at the climax of the story, when children realize that they can not go home because the birds have eaten bread crumbs, her daughter interrupted to say: "Nothing happens, to call his father to Mobile" . This concept, of course, destroys the whole story. If used for other classic stories, the thought of the protagonist with a phone in the pocket completely changes the story, usually subtracted intensity. Much of the classics use or play with human isolation, or rather, the inability to communicate with misunderstandings, with distance, with adventures. Now, any person is within reach of a text message, or dialing a bunch of numbers as a code.

current writers, says Casciari, which are very difficult to continue writing. Not only that, it also affects our lives, we are now more comfortable, not desperate run to the airport to tell women we love that does not rise to that plane, that life is here and now, just send you a text message.

Is it really so? Have we lost part of our humanity?

In the recent movie Wall-E presents some humans that within 700 years spend their lives sitting in chairs that move in front of a screen to communicate and have lost the ability to walk.

Maybe I live too settled in my time, but I think maybe we're being a bit apocalyptic with these visions. From the literary point of view I think that every time is what it is, every society is how it is and a writer has two options, to echo that company or do it differently. I'm sure if a person of average age now read a romance novel would wonder why the claimant did not challenge a swashbuckling duels.

society in which we live is hypercommunicative yet increasingly isolated. The storm with communicative possibilities of our environment makes us forget sometimes interact in a more direct and physical with our relatives. But this must be taken with tongs. One goes out and you still see many groups of young people together, people having coffee bars, kids playing pranks. And as for example in video games can isolate a kid in the solitude of your room joins two boys who had no friends and meet these a playmate.

Human beings continue to be humans. A mobile phone provides instant communication but also while it creates dependency. You can write about it. You can write about a thousand things. Technological advances and incorporating these into society only serve to add complexity to humanity. If you do not feel comfortable writing a story with mobile phones through which the environment in another time or make fantasy literature. The time in which we live is what it is.

Let us be apocalyptic.