Photo: Jorge Thebes If I could cross the bridge. Although it was just this little one y frágil...
Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Long Implantation Bleeding And Twins
PUBLICATION IN SUBURBAN WORLD
Nuestros amigos del Grupo Poético Brétema me han honrado con la publicación de un poema de mi autoría: A PEDRO.
Lo podés leer en: http://grupo-brétema.blogspot.com/ o en mi blog: http://irene-elrevesdelavida.blogspot.com/ .
Desde Argentina, ¡GRACIAS! 
Nuestros amigos del Grupo Poético Brétema me han honrado con la publicación de un poema de mi autoría: A PEDRO.
Lo podés leer en: http://grupo-brétema.blogspot.com/ o en mi blog: http://irene-elrevesdelavida.blogspot.com/ .
Desde Argentina, ¡GRACIAS!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Poofy Dress Short Catalog
brétema
Foto: Jorge Tebes
Mientras tomaba un café, por la tarde, vio el noticiero. Decidió salir a caminar unas cuadras por el barrio, a tomar un poco de aire fresco. Tomó hacia la izquierda para no encontrarse con la villa Sarmiento: allí viven, impunemente, the two boys who killed the shopkeeper. From next door came out a foul smell pee. Saw on the porch, an old couch covered with a tattered blanket, was a nest of cats. The husband believes it is best to have cats to eat the rats. Meters later ducked a pitch of the children of the "squatters." They are there because bribes to a city councilman. Before reaching the corner had to go down the street. There was a place left, a half broken sidewalk and half pasture. A shaky lineup that refused to die said: "Butcher, The Mad Cow." Imagined that the former owner never learn what that is mad cow. Passed slowly an order of police surveillance in the province. Paid no attention, perhaps because it was an old lady. He saw them stop at the pizza place and get one. Insurance not paid and the owner or jokes, he thought. He crossed the street and followed. Wind picked up and dragged grocery bags and empty soda bottles. Was approached by two stray dogs that barked. He prayed as his grandmother taught him: "San Roque, San Roque, this dog will not touch me." Maybe she was right, because it diverted their attention to a broken trash bag that showed traces of chicken wings. A man pulling a cart loaded craft to the brim with things discarded by others, for when she took a break and went on his way to the Villa Sarmiento. She had gone to get some air. He needed all the air to continue. A sign from one house catches his eye: "I buy copper, lead, bronze, no." No ": no understand. He saw four boys coming. Wearing a wedding ring, you could not get even with soap, and a penny in his pocket. His instinct tells him to cross the street did not. When they passed by his side realized that they were students at the evening school No. 46, where he also studied children. They did it in the morning shift, of course. When evening are those who were unable or unwilling to study in their childhood. Inside feel the need to apologize for prejudice, but they spoke the jargon contained them.
Inadvertently Stumble arrived at the station. Predicted that black cloud would rain. Decided to take a remis, but recalled that he had any money. He told a taxi driver who would pay to get home. He distrusted, he watched from head to toe, but he agreed. To get paid and tipped him for the favor. The postman
found a note: "I went and you were not." It was from a guy who said the neighborhood watch in the evenings. He never left his cell phone number. She paid him well, as usual, perhaps because it never entered his house to rob.
dined watching TV, but not the news. And saw him twice in the day (in Live) The food ordered at the delivery, he choked. 
Foto: Jorge Tebes
Mientras tomaba un café, por la tarde, vio el noticiero. Decidió salir a caminar unas cuadras por el barrio, a tomar un poco de aire fresco. Tomó hacia la izquierda para no encontrarse con la villa Sarmiento: allí viven, impunemente, the two boys who killed the shopkeeper. From next door came out a foul smell pee. Saw on the porch, an old couch covered with a tattered blanket, was a nest of cats. The husband believes it is best to have cats to eat the rats. Meters later ducked a pitch of the children of the "squatters." They are there because bribes to a city councilman. Before reaching the corner had to go down the street. There was a place left, a half broken sidewalk and half pasture. A shaky lineup that refused to die said: "Butcher, The Mad Cow." Imagined that the former owner never learn what that is mad cow. Passed slowly an order of police surveillance in the province. Paid no attention, perhaps because it was an old lady. He saw them stop at the pizza place and get one. Insurance not paid and the owner or jokes, he thought. He crossed the street and followed. Wind picked up and dragged grocery bags and empty soda bottles. Was approached by two stray dogs that barked. He prayed as his grandmother taught him: "San Roque, San Roque, this dog will not touch me." Maybe she was right, because it diverted their attention to a broken trash bag that showed traces of chicken wings. A man pulling a cart loaded craft to the brim with things discarded by others, for when she took a break and went on his way to the Villa Sarmiento. She had gone to get some air. He needed all the air to continue. A sign from one house catches his eye: "I buy copper, lead, bronze, no." No ": no understand. He saw four boys coming. Wearing a wedding ring, you could not get even with soap, and a penny in his pocket. His instinct tells him to cross the street did not. When they passed by his side realized that they were students at the evening school No. 46, where he also studied children. They did it in the morning shift, of course. When evening are those who were unable or unwilling to study in their childhood. Inside feel the need to apologize for prejudice, but they spoke the jargon contained them.
Inadvertently Stumble arrived at the station. Predicted that black cloud would rain. Decided to take a remis, but recalled that he had any money. He told a taxi driver who would pay to get home. He distrusted, he watched from head to toe, but he agreed. To get paid and tipped him for the favor. The postman
found a note: "I went and you were not." It was from a guy who said the neighborhood watch in the evenings. He never left his cell phone number. She paid him well, as usual, perhaps because it never entered his house to rob.
dined watching TV, but not the news. And saw him twice in the day (in Live) The food ordered at the delivery, he choked.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Met Art / Rapid Share
Impotence with me. I have no childhood, more than that feeling. It hit me, since that time my parents beat me, viciously, until I was thrown like a wounded animal. I was charged with an offense that I did not commit. That day I learned that, no reason, someone can be angry with me and attack me.
is why I feel, always facing the door, to monitor the offender, I know, will come for me. If my back, silent tears start to moan, his hands clenched. My family and I have told friends. I give the seat without making any comment.
I tried to flee away. But when I get my boat harbor has escaped. I know he has stayed. Do not give up its prey.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Cheats For Pokemon Fire Red Emulator
WOUNDS CLOSED WHEN NOT COST MUCH DREAM
Maybe ... someday I'll wake up and dream maybe ... it will take 
Sometimes I need to dream as you like all round
a borderless world as a green balloon
not as a football
Where human rights are not a gift because they are meat Village of beef
not need locks doors and judges
get bored because trials are few
Trees have roots so deep that no one can cut
atravezarlo the world as knitting needles and a sucker born
The water is so clear that people do not need mirrors
Children of all Colors play a round in the sun at all times
not be street kids on the street but
With toasted bread hot stones that will multiply and reach for all
Where the newspaper not be used alone or template for espadrille shield against the cold
a borderless world as a green balloon
not as a football
Where human rights are not a gift because they are meat Village of beef
not need locks doors and judges
get bored because trials are few
Trees have roots so deep that no one can cut
atravezarlo the world as knitting needles and a sucker born
The water is so clear that people do not need mirrors
Children of all Colors play a round in the sun at all times
not be street kids on the street but
With toasted bread hot stones that will multiply and reach for all
Where the newspaper not be used alone or template for espadrille shield against the cold
Maybe ... someday I'll wake up and dream maybe ... it will take
Saturday, February 21, 2009
How To Install Front Plates On A Bmw
My New Blog, and you can enter. New
Here is my new blog address is simply a more personal blog.
Here is my new blog address is simply a more personal blog.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)