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OLD KEY TO BE GOING NOW POETS, I PUT MY FEELINGS. LETTER TO MAURA

POETS TO BE GOING NOW, I PUT MY FEELINGS.

dream. To dream that dream is to move forward, like diving into a swimming pool and not the Poluco climaxes. And if I tell the ladies who visited me in my nights, from my youth to my fall, were falling all pages of the calendar as: blondes, brunettes, the color of carrots ... all women were seeking to nourish my wise my ethereal. In the afterlife where borders cease to be, say the ladies are looking for the man in a dream that every night acquitted of slime and pollution there is always a cemetery, they nourish these muses the subconscious of those wells, and me and not an incentive. Seek, women, paper, plastic, not bone, their flesh stink to other households firewood smoke is just that, meat and bones. A heart that I had jumped from myself and go wandering through the meadows of my dreams, it happens the day mother and my dreams were dashed.

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FERNANDO PILLAR IN PAIN, YOUR DAUGHTER.

Dear Fernando:

much love is in the heart of a father, how much pain down into your soul? Are difficult to heal wounds such as more time fanning their sorrows as the embers in the ashes that pass them by blowing on the embers crimson blacks.
Grief in the heart and soul, memory recalls it all: the saints of alabaster, ashes of our ancestors and loved ones knowing that they are still put them in motion for download on our memories of when they lived with us, they are in eternal rest, moving us. And the subconscious rewinds the machinery of the past to not fall into the same mistakes in our ephemeral present.
Pilar's funeral attended by many people, Las Arenas (Getxo), and the clouds wept responded with a downpour that soaked to the bones themselves, people of many colors and policies laterality, left, right, center and even the odd exetarra sorry, like society itself when bridges of dialogue and the hearts of men is universal. Managed pillar at his funeral Mass that we were men agree that the death we all have to reach without being a thing of chance. Chance becomes rich and poor, all the rest is chemistry and genetics, not without its own injustice. That great politician
Spain has in the dry dock, a large heart and right converge in the same way!
A hug.

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ATTEMPT TO POETRY WITH MY MEMORIES OF GALICIA

Today is not a typical day is a new day without you.
The melancholy saddens my energy and my heart knows no arrhythmic beat.
The nights are slow, slow my pace, head down and way ahead of me grieves life. You
image is reflected in the wall of the past, producing nostalgia in my mind.
I'm not brave because you no longer feel me.
I declined as a feral pine, whose roots go infertile land, I remember you swollen belly of deliveries, and the rhythmic beating of two hearts, one is mine, which was within you, the other is yours left my blood moving.
Today I thought of you, and yesterday, and every day ... I think of your voice, your movements, your body, your soul ... And I think and never will be mine, that our life was a dream that I hold to stay alive, like a nail to the wood, like a limpet to its rock, such as coca leaf the forbidden tree.
And all that upset me ... Let me take the picture of the past and bring it to my lips to this, just so I will be brave. And although you no longer want me I'll love you forever, and I will pass this without you, but is absent in the east or west. Northern seek the star of the west and between such entity and not think about death. Adios

vineyard of my Papan; carmenes of Caramel nuns in my solitude! I'm like a Golgotha \u200b\u200b
I walk among the cedars polyhedra days my mind is always absent ... the troubled psyche without even my storms happen.

No storms no torrents, no torment in my mind and my conscience ... I Cudgel conceived without sin, without a past that I now weigh and the s, you seseando life without sex.

which made me sin of their absences.

Let him go, stab my heart without metal dagger, as always you did.

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Armorial NOVAS TORRE DE QUIROGA.

IN THE FIRST barracks, TOP LEFT, YOU CAN SEE THE VALCARCE O coat of arms VALCARCEL.