Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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My religion


Do not serve other keys on my temples
that take me into the hall
of your beauty.

Do not believe my senses in god
than that which comes from your lips
when you kiss.

my soul Do not commit any sin
shorten the sentence I
your galleys.

That does not hurt to me more pain cross
the distance between my bed
and your absences.

my religion never have another mystery
the taste of your breasts
a new breeze.

Do not take me in life ordeal
to commune with your nakedness
some ungodly.

not learn to pray more prayers
that starting in the swing
your hips.

And there is no more fire in hell
than that which burns every night
between your legs.

Friday, January 21, 2011

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Nobody expect me
grandiloquent verses
poems and turned on
talk of love;
anyone doubts;
anyone, dreams
anyone forget it.

What I write,
love
what I write
are pools of blood
a pariah heart
that without you I live.

Friday, January 7, 2011

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No one should expect from me I firmly believe that I died I hope you rot

I firmly believe that I dead
long ago
and that being writing this
is but a ghost,
a ghostly shadow without a body,
a bunch Wish
scattered by the wind.

I ocean wave, was deserted.
I naked song voice without echo.
wandered to the furthest of the heavens,
more beyond the last hell.
I flew without wings, far, far, far away ...
across boundaries of time,
where no end is beginning.
fell a thousand times, got the flight
and fell again as any dead.

To my own grave I recited some verses,
but nobody heard me, only silence
dug the earth with the force of my fingers
and there I found only a trickle
of blood, fire and forget;
blood of my blood, miss your kiss
and that heat without a flame that burns inside
arteries and bones.

imagined love you as I still love you
and woke up dreaming that death was a bed
tattooed with your name, your laughter and your body
and I to him I plunged in an eternal embrace,
enjoying the honey flow from your breasts;
but all was a dream, a dream,
and dreamed, awake,
that death was this:
imagine love you like I love you.

I ocean wave, was deserted.
naked song I and echo-free voice.
I was silent, just that.
Hush, hush, hush.
Since I told you that I love you,
just a fog of silence,
a cold and deadly winter
quenching, with your absence, in the light of these verses.

And still, my heart is still beating
slow slow, slow,
because dying more ... I can not.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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, unlucky!


A day
that this stupid heart,
that still beats
within my heart,
is turn around
and, stopping suddenly,
tell me, without any compassion
and looking in the eye
"So far we have come!"


and will then
when will have nothing to reproach
,
or perhaps
value armándome
be able to tell,
for the first time in life,
and amid a roar of laughter:
"I hope you rot, unlucky!".



For what I say does not happen in the last verse, years ago I became an organ donor, is precisely why I do not want to end up rotting away into nothingness, or perhaps turned into ashes just something so valuable it can save the lives of people who need it more than I did at that time.


leave the following link in case someone wants to express its willingness to donors asking the National Transplant Organization its "donor card."
www.ont.es / info / pages / TarjetadeDonante.aspx


is a private document that does not require anything, just to have it and notify their families so they know their will, that card is not registered in any organization or hospital, or any donor registry, or anything similar, and if someone wants to recant after obtaining just destroy it and notify their families.


According legislation are the families who have to authorize the donation of organs as much as life has said in the patient died (as seen, once dead and we have no right or even the use of kicking).

After writing this post, checking the Internet I see that under English law all are, in theory, donors, since it explains the law, unless reduced to writing and signed opposition to organ donation by patient's own, but here is the opposite of what the law says, that is, never remove organs unless the family gives permission.

law Link: http://noticias.juridicas.com/base_datos/Admin/l30-1979.html
Law 30/1979, of 27 October on extraction and transplantation organs.

Article 5.
1. The removal of organs or other anatomical parts may be dead after verification of death. When such verification is based on the availability of data of irreversibility of brain damage and, therefore, incompatible with life, the death certificate is signed by three doctors, among which shall include a neurologist or neurosurgeon and the head of service for the medical unit, or his substitute, none of these physicians may be part of the equipment to proceed with obtaining the body to perform the transplant.

2. The removal of organs or other anatomical parts may be dead for therapeutic or scientific purposes, in case they had not gone on record expressing its opposition.

3. Presumably healthy people who died in accidents or as a further consequence of this will be considered also as a donor, unless the deceased has expressed opposition. For these purposes must contain the authorization of the court at which the knowledge of the cause, which must be granted in those cases where no harvesting of organs would obstruct the investigation process to appear duly justified causes of death.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

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Each (or the immortal kiss of Mother Earth)


Each
marked a before and after.
Each one different, each one required.

Although he never had name
in the vast emptiness of memory,
one to one I shall list them,
because of all wove
every pore my skin
the immortal kiss of mother earth,
the incessant beam lights and shadows
lives inside me.
A no blame you.
A owe no and no saves me.

With the first
sorrows vanished.
Another came, and flew her dreams.
One of them made peace with the world.
With the next left behind yearnings.
Another was who took with them the memories.
There were some more that I left in oblivion.
The penultimate did not take anything,
just brought me the silence.

Each marked a before and after.
Each , distinct; each, necessary.
A no blame you.
A owe no and no saves me.

But with the last, yes,
with it I began to feel free.
Nothing needed now.

When that last
shovelful of dirt
covered my eyes,
eternal night lit
and everything became expendable.
(and not)