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The poem (Casimiro de Brito)

Poems, yes, but
devouring fire.
round like fists in front of danger. Boats
determined in the storm. Cruel. But
of pure cruelty: the birth,
the sleep of death.

Poems, yes, but rebels
integers as water, and as she
open to the geometry of the bodies. Whole

despite the mud and tenderness
your profile stars.

Poems, yes, but with blood. That these poems erupt

of the occult. Release their
pus in the public square. Tall, vibrant, Seismo
as un, un exorcism
la muerte de un hijo.

Casimiro de Brito (versión of JLGT)

The poem

Poems, yes, but
devouring fire. Round as fists
face of danger. Boats
decided in the storm. Cruel. But from a pure
cruelty: the birth.
the sleep of death.

Poems, yes, but rebels. Whole
as water, and
as she opened the
geometry of all bodies. Whole
despite the mud and tenderness
profile of its stars.

Poems yes, but with blood. That these poems

brotem do hidden. That libertem o seu na praça
pus public. Altos, vibrant
as quake um, um ou morte
exorcism of a filho.

Amin Bermudan Swaption

About Valladolid León and other

Last week I was traveling in Spain, or what remains of it, rather. Bumpy ride, I would say, especially for the snowfall that took me in the province of Leon and the tricks that made the car after starting to slide without any control on the snow. Calm down, my estimates nazisociatas nothing, thank God I'm alive and I'm going to keep giving up the ass with all my strength until your filthy enlightened leader go to hell along with his entourage of a bitch once and for all. Unfortunately the car not as lucky as me and we had to take it to the nearest town to undertake a busy repair there. Thank nice but nothing quite kamikaze gruero with two balls went with his crane in the middle of the snow to get down from where Christ lost his cap to the nearest garage, which happened to be was in Ponferrada.

I knew that I was going to play to night in this town of Leon, and the fact that the family thought the lunatic dictator zetapariano was this place made me the creeps. I soon discovered that there deep swallow this idiot's comments and locals they showed me. No wonder, because if you say you are now de León, Ponferrada morning and in fact you were born in Valladolid, as indeed is the case Zetamentiroso, because in the end the case that it is normal that you do not want any of those sites . A guy who denies the place where he was born is a human excrement, or maybe he does not know how or where he was born, or maybe it's who does not know who her father is the safest. Of course provided that not say it is "Fachadolid" as fools progretas call the English city because José María Aznar was born there, since very deceitful prefers to say that was born elsewhere, and palm thank you laughing like fools deep just escaped from a psychiatric residency.

Although I say that being the subpresidente of mismanagement and misrule over a liar and evil to the eyebrows (and warbler), for it made you change your ID, hell, you write down who was born in Barcelona is sure to put more horny. If the pig's mustachioed Carod Rovira changed his name, because the Zetamierdoso you change place of birth if given so disgusted to say where it really came to the world. What a pity you did not abort, dammit, so the son of a bitch that advocates killing children. Have killed him when he was in the womb of his old or when he five years or ten or twenty. Why has this fucking monstrosity come to screw us our lives? Look it's bad luck with that of galaxies, suns, planets, civilizations and countries there, we had to play this fucking shitheads disgrace to us. Heck what we did to deserve such a spendthrift? Of course we also could have played the Travel Pajín, better keep quiet lest someone takes note and plug candidate, in this country is so substandard that we still win the election with absolute majority and total.

Anyway, I was in a hotel in Ponferrada Bierzo waterfall a tintorro that While entering looks doomed when suddenly the waiter told me that now if I do or if I would have to stay overnight because they were about to cut off the A6 in the snow. I then decided to order another bottle of this wonderful tintorro and subírmela bajármela the room while I was a relaxing shower. At the same time I would provide a remedy for not having to think about psoístas, and sycophants progretas zetapariles number. Although the snow that made me horny especially when she remembered the deep idiots talk endlessly of global warming and go topemegaecologistas and blablabla, and are the first to throw plastic bottles in the middle of the park when they go bottle. I tell you if the issue is heating the thermometer plummeting below zero, I was in the shower with wine and all that I need and at this stage is to pump my cock and masturbate. I've always been of the theory that the planet is very wise and at the time jodamos it too much, he will joderá before us. And yes, please, dear world, if we're going to eliminate all starts with Zetaparo and rabble, unless the little time we have left of life, our enjoyment in spades.

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That song that no collecting (Jaccottet) Memory and ellipses

"So, poetry is that song that is not perceived, that space where you can not set the home, there is always the key to re-lose. If you stop be imperceptible, if no longer uncertain, if he fails to be somewhere else (is there to say, if not longer?), sinks, no longer exists. The thought protects me in trouble. "

Philippe Jaccottet, The promenade under the trees

(translated by Rafael-José Díaz). Four editions, 2011.

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Reflections of a Tuesday in February

What a shit day out today. Not because it's cloudy, then a cold from hell and is about to drop a good, finally after all that type of climate attracts me more than a foul and scorching Caribbean sun. But somehow, I think I'm something intemperate, will Chuza I grabbed yesterday at lunchtime and I could not let go until well into the night. Total for what to see in this country shit, better go all day drunk, as the tramp of my favorite bank. Also clear that the guy has his reasons, had a life before and now, thanks to psoístas Zetahijodemalamadre and horny fucking bastards who enjoy the lives of people to that extent, it is not just a miserable pauper whose only possession is the carton of wine every day casca. I'll stretch a bit, I I've given up wanting to reflect and that, in this strange nation of idiots that we are, I think it is not good. Let's see if I'm going to get in the bag just by thinking. Almost mackerel'd better, or I'll shoot.

few days ago the world celebrated my arrival, a curious anniversary, as indeed you have a birthday will have less and less interest. Damn, nobody likes to see how you get old, but yes, I know that many others I have quite an advantage, but not consolation. The truth is that the first thing that came to mind is to think (again, I'm thinking too much) on how well you must live in those years when my eyes saw the world for the first time. No, I have no fucking idea, but I have references for what I've heard or what you may have read or manipulated feathers involved. But the fact is certain that life was better, for one simple reason, namely that the idiot and the lunatic abnormal Zetaparo our destination was not in force at the time. Just for that, that long and last time and had to be much better than today. And surely even the English of at that time were far more intelligent than today, because overcoming this deep stupidity starved guys who still follow the fucking PSOE voting is really complicated.

Zetamierdoso Let's talk, as we entered the field. Even I had to see this son of a bitch very great, yet again appear on the small screen. I thought we had decided to hide behind the skirts of Rugalcabrón dad forever, but it seems that Santa still has the bravado of going out there to say the usual bullshit ever. The recovery has begun, this is your new identity. Well, as well as new ... The has been saying from the moment they began to recognize that Spain had gone to hell. And the worst is not recovered here nor fifth asthmatic grandfather right. We are sunk fed up with ever more unemployed, more misery, more hunger, more nazisociata shit everywhere, and this son of a bitch again we talk about recovery. To recover from the shock bitches who have given birth should produce such a monstrosity, which certainly still has not repented enough of it. I shit on your holy picture, Zetamierdoso the balls, tie a stone around his neck and throw yourself into the depths of the bay of Cadiz. Sorry, Cadiz, and I know that just pollute the water, but hell, somewhere we have to disappear.

One topic of conversation today is the politicization handling and management of the Goya Awards disgusting to the positions warbler. Progretas shit, finally. The truth is that neither saw such a despicable event or give a shit. What do the Friends fuck the lives of ordinary people repantinfla me very much. Yes, I know you are laughing at us and steal our money to do all that shit, but we deserved us not all go en masse to the streets and start burning and stone headquarters of the PSOE supporters so fatal to the party or whatever. Miserable bastards, they and the whole herd of abnormal and subnormal to follow today votándoles and supportive. Supporting a sovereign sons of bitches who laugh and close bars restaurants on behalf of his lunatic repressive cross the street while sending hundreds of thousands of workers because they feel nice, modern, fun and progressive. More progress seems to me, impaling me all fucking disgusting nazisociatas, and any day now, as I continue to heat in such a way, I'll start doing. Damn, and I missed the cold, I'm going to crack some wine to see if I get in line. Good morning.

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hembrista Violence in the supermarket

progregilipollismo This society, the new super modern Spain and ultratopemegaguay, the fucking pseudo-political correctness and Crush the fucking nonsense and PSOE, everything is a set of shit rotten ever ever seen in the history of mankind. Definitely we went to take the ass, and I'm not going to talk or unemployment, or the economy or people who are starving because of Zetaparo bastard. I'll talk about totally aberrant social behavior thanks to the son of the overwhelming Zetaparo whore and all their dirty bunch of palm trees and disturbed fans morons, we have to eat potatoes or yes. Come on, that or you live with Crush and absolute hijoputez or you know, friend, are a "fascist", although I tell you do not have no fucking idea what it means and certainly he is much more fascist than you. But you have to live in a country of hopeless idiots.

a couple of days ago I attended a scene from this country of fucking morons comprehensive mental and buds. And it happened in a branch of the PSOE or half of a plenary session of these sons of bitches freeloaders who occasionally yawning good stick in the chamber. What the hell, everyday scene as if it were normal in the world in the corner supermarket. Lord of fifty and a few pushing two carts loaded with buying at the top, so emaciated that he was the guy did not even know how with them because they could barely see him behind such purchase. At his side, happy ever after, wrapped in coat skins, wife of similar age or maybe a few less years old, and walking away empty zorrona, not a whore bag to carry, will not be that you break a nail. And there she arrives at the boxes, where I stood as he watched the gruesome spectacle, and starts long with a groove to which I do not know if he knew of a lifetime or simply had no need to move the bill to someone. Is the topic of conversation? Making fun of her husband. "This man, you see, that not to charge the purchase serves, thank goodness he still has something to go to work and earn" our "money, that if we could not eat. With often useless I got married."

And so fresh. If this is not psychological abuse in front of a whole queue of about ten or twelve people downtown workers concerned, God come and see it. Do you think someone said something to the lady as "hey, it's happening? What the hell. Laughter and laughter everywhere we go, it only remained for the entire world was thrown on the floor laughing Mondo pointing the finger at the poor man. And he was there, impassively, looking silly, because we must be very foolish to take it day by day, and I do not think that was just a sudden attack of malicious feminazismo the lady. The most serious is that not only the cashiers and ladies who were in the tail clean roared with laughter, is that some men who also was there, began to break his ass like a fucking worthless. I think that's what shocked me most of the situation there as extremely agilipollados MEN, handled and idiots, who are no longer brainwashed to believe the guidelines feminazis of insulting, abusing and exterminate anything that sounds like a male. Embarrassing.

view a scene, taken with humor, in a normal country, perhaps you should not pass anything, we might take it as a comment or a somewhat peculiar situation of many that occur throughout the day. But if this same comment was made a lord to his wife charged with twenty thousand bags while you go smoke ("smoking I say?", The sack!) A half-meter Puracé without lifting a finger to help, I'm sure the individual concerned and would entalegado and shot the next day by the misrule of feminazis disturbed that we have had in disgrace. That is what is not acceptable. Where the hell is this equality? Is that the equality we want double standards? And all this, meanwhile, Travel subminister of igualosanidad now devoted to cosmetic ban because they have drug formulations. Be that in Spain there are no major health problems that crap and bullshit. It really disgusts this fucking country, much but much disgust. Although more disgusted I get to see the above Travelo laughing every time he goes on the small screen, it looks very funny which makes everything that happens in Spain. See if you fly the top of his head and laughed the other, hell, it's about time we had our moment of happiness. Psoísta infected garbage, the wall of a fucking time.

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The PSOE sentence

Well, gentlemen, 131,000 people in the fucking street, carry forward and continue the party because it seemed the whole god does not care. Sorry, 130,930 people, who I had spent seventy-and this morning an asshole bastard told me that "this is not accurate," come on, make the number and not "manipulate" because of course, is not the same that are 130,930 to 131,000. It is seen that this retarded bitch and all horde nazisociata cares a lot about seventy people when they send 130,930 (again the numerajo in case anyone has not yet grasped the overwhelming grandeur) to bite the dust fucking abject poverty. You have to be the son of a bitch and miserable. And yet for beating about the recochineo above to get medals by the agreements made in respect of employment with the filthy, despicable and bribed unions live like a king thanks to the lunatic executive itself has played in disgrace. I think we should not distort figures walking and nearly six million unemployed, with a population of seventeen million people, and people are still giving quite the same. What country, by God.

But wait, now this miserable misrule, useless and mentally disturbed balls, you just had a new solution to lower unemployment figures and a few can work and earn money not lie here hunger. If you can not get employment in the Spain of Zetaparo the magnificent, as the executive recommends that you pires, migrants, that outta Germany to spend currar because as here to fix the mess, because either you or pyres fuck you, you're not another. And even more medals will be made at the suggestion Those sons of bitches. The fact is that as are this miserable, hypocritical, now has to come the friend Angela Merkel, whom we remember a few years ago that our esteemed subpresidente zetamierdoso described as "moron", to offer employment to the English in Germany. Apparently a country ruled by a "moron" has a tiny strike (just homeless and those who are in a period of change from one job to another) and this nation of nations that is Spain, led by a enlightened gods are created, is on the verge of cataclysm with about 35% real unemployment.

But nothing happens, again, to ordinary people that do not care. More outstanding go hide in the bathrooms of bars to smoke a cigarette, endlessly insulting to Mouriño which eviscerate if they could but they have not done anything or bogged again debate about abortion, euthanasia and twenty thousand gilipuerteces more I think, with all due respect to everyone except for nazisociatas shit, they are far less important than being able to eat. These sons of bitches who did not deserve any respect, the idiots who still to-day today still communing with the Crush and vital fucking fucking egg PSOE, having no more brains to defend any position, the only thing is now engaged to insult any other party that may make them opposition. That if the PP are fascists, that if UPyD now it turns out also that IU is a common danger, than any other that is, they all have blemishes. They are a fucking clown, but no fucking funny. If not useless, fools, crooks, bad people, lunatics and the very great sons of bitches. To the wall of a fuck up, shit jodevidas, to the wall.