Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Effect Of Deleting Atheros

"SONETO DEL AMOR INTUITIVO", Francisco Luis Bernárdez.

Tan
our heads together and are so bound our hearts and concerted

inclinations and confused the natures,

our arguments and reasons
and our joys and sorrows are playing

chess pieces equal in color and proportions.

The board of life we \u200b\u200b
committed to two that we know,
although not differentiate,

in a love game we know
no winner, because they both lose,
no loser, because we both win.

Francisco Luis Bernardez.

Painting: "The chess game" ("The game of chess"), 1907, John Singer Sargent.

Porcelian Figure With Crosswed Arrows

"SONETO", Francisco Luis Bernárdez.

If
recovered to regain what I had to lose first lost,
if
managed to get what I endured it supported,

whether to be right now
love was necessary to have been hurt by well experienced
I have suffered so, how well I have cried
I cried.

Because after all I checked
it has not enjoyed as
but after having suffered.

Because after all
I understand what the tree is in bloom
lives than it has buried.

Francisco Luis Bernardez.

Painting: "The glow worm" ("The worm bright" or "Firefly"), Annie Louisa Swynnerton, (1844 - 1933).

Cellulitis Nursing Diangosis

"MIS POETAS FAVORITOS", Francisco Luis Bernárdez.

Francisco Luis Bernardez, (Buenos Aires, 1900-1978) Argentine poet Christian inspiration, initially linked to English avant-garde, tireless traveler and lyrical cornet catholicity. He lived in Spain and Portugal from 1920 to 1925, and suffered the contagion of ultraism of which was waged in rapid evolution towards classic mystical background. In his first book, Orto (1922), the predominant tone modernist ultraism abounds in Bazaar (1922) and Kindergarten (1924) to begin to fade in perch (1925), where it arises and to force the Catholic poet of a baroque conceptualized and original.

already on this path, published in 1935 The ship Municipal Prize of Poetry of Buenos Aires, continues to land Sky (1937) and Laura The free city (1938), themes of love and formal metrics. And it reaches its full lyric poems elementary books (1942) and Poems of the flesh (1943), works for which he was awarded the National Prize for Poetry in 1944.

The rest of his work is an extension of the full lyrics with the rhetorical excesses and scholastic hard times impoverish poetry: The Nightingale (1945), Stars (1947), El Angel de la Guarda ( 1949), National Poetry (1949), Flower (1951) and The Ark (1954). His renditions of the hymns of the Roman Breviary and prose works, almost all truly poematic complete the work of this remarkable writer Argentine, who was CEO of Intellectual Culture (1944) and director general of Municipal Public Library (1944-1950) in his country.

Amethyst To Wear On Which Finger?

"GESTO", Gerardo Diego.


In the breeze, the bee, the beautiful Rose
can dedicate the rose.

The poet, the boy, the girl can spend the night
star. If you yourself
Rose and roses
the night of my verse and their stars, to whom
dedicate this short sky
this shrub, the source, this insomnia?

Gerardo Diego.

Painting by Anthony J.
Ryder.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Anniversary Card Funny Messages

¡NO PUEDO!


When you get angry with me and your anger reaches the branches of nearby trees also
bananas, gnarled and naked, that mark a trail

Cochin back,
seas with waves and curls and scrolls Ionic

when all this happens and I hate to profess hate the cyclops Polyphemus Odysseus,
I can not!

When you look me without seeing me,
because your gaze is lost in your thoughts
and glimpse the emptiness of my loneliness in them,
and I speak and not listen to me and I pray
and answer me with silence when all that happens

and I hate you profess to hate the Argonaut Jason Medea,
I can not!

roots have atrophied my hatred on the ground
and it only germinates in love so abysmal, that filaments

splits as
and tangled jungle vines tangled love in your heart.

Dalianegra Mayte.

Painting: "Medea", 1868, Frederick Sandys.

Increased Cervical Mucus And Late Period

"DESOLACIÓN ABSURDA", Julio Herrera y Reissig.



A Paul Minelly, French. Je serai ton

Cercueil,
aimable pestilence! ...


Night of faint sighs
platonically unharmed:

kisses flying flocks and pairs of sighs;
drunk love its mild breezes swell
down, and willows

lot obsesses the water lilies as grim Huguenots

a silent emigration.

blue hour is the divine
it crosses the meteor as a metaphor for gold

by a large blue brain. A delighted

Istanbul surge de tu guardapelo,
y llevan su desconsuelo
hacia vagos ostracismos
floridos sonambulismos
y adioses de terciopelo.

En este instante de esplín,
mi cerebro es como un piano
donde un aire wagneriano
toca el loco del esplín.
En el lírico festín
de la ontológica altura,
muestra la luna su dura
calavera torva y seca,
y hace una rígida mueca
con su mandíbula oscura.

El mar, como gran anciano,
lleno de arrugas y canas,
junto a las playas lejanas
tiene rezongos de anciano.
Hay en acecho una mano
dentro del tembladeral;
y la súper sustancial
Vía Way I pretend
the skeleton of a Sphinx
dispersed in a wasteland. Singing


stutterers golden sentence of a flute, the echo goes

music changes their stuttering. The eyebrows of Buddha

piling the dark ravine,
opens a yawn of boredom
the lazy season,
and the mill is a spider
that stirs in the void. Let

lean my forehead on your forehead
subjective
the sick, sensitive
crescent of your forehead,
that
decadent cup of your pupil deep drink

wandering soul that gives me astral sciences
in spectral
hours of my life dying! Let

rhymes about dreams in your face
gardenia, neurasthenia
Fairy,
tragic light of my dreams! Merchants

henbane take me to the world that love;
Atalanta am the genius of that in his delirium

evokes the
Ecuador in your mouth and the pole of your throat!

With the shattered soul, I have a Calvary
in the world;
love and am dying, I have
shattered soul:
in store I cross your arms, your tears
bile salt;
your skilful nails, thorns
and two nails bright and spirited
aleonados
the eyes that fascinate me! Oh


moth in my lamp suicide
expires and twisted soul, evanescence
nocturnal lymphatic
taciturn opiates
my Nirvana, in your eyes stealth

espeluzna me your eroticism,
is the passion of the abyss
by Dark Angel !

(It's midnight). Frogs
torture on his accordion
a "piano" by Mendelssohn is a groan
frogs
talking about things far away, a cry
subtle and air
acrobatil
under the restless lake, the moon does pirouettes

ivory over a network. Play the wind


scented with the petals start, a very white
Chess
a fragrant;
folds the stream in the meadow
its range of glass, and brilliantly
abnormal Mount
pretends to distance a large bump

universal brain.

I come to you, snake eyes that sink
crimes unless,
the seven poisons
in the iris of their eyes red your cries

drink my bitter throes, while the funeral
crows, kings of
graves, watch as

of tormented souls obstinate dark!

You are posthumous and withered flower
mysterious erotic
miliunanochesca, mesmerizing, Styx
acre flower and withered;
you are absurd and bloody,
banished from Placer,

the paradox of being in the blur of nothingness, a houri desperate

Baudelaire's harem! Come

declines your head
of serious criminal
night about my gloomy face,
about my unfortunate head, his unruly
let your muse rarity
desolate
in the drama of our dumb Sacrificial

hugs I'll open
my arms a break of love!

Julio Herrera y Reissig.

Painting Francisco Trigueros.

Trichomoniasis How Long Can You Have It

"GLOSA", Gerardo Diego.

Let me live truths
the truth of your eyes, your passionate

the promises of eternity,
and between your sincerity, dear

double truth that life
call your two palms love
when narrow, lazy, faint
my hand.

Gerardo Diego.

Painting: "Tristan and Isolde" ("Tristan and Isolde"), John Duncan, (1866 - 1945).

Monday, March 21, 2011

Bio Transpiration Lab Nine

Cottage pie

Sabela This weekend was three years old and her grandmother precious Victoria asked me this huge cake (weighing 5.4 kilos). I hope you enjoy. Congratulations, Sabela.

is a chocolate cake filled with cream and strawberries, sugar coating is flavored with strawberry

This is Kitty, a flirt she takes up collar, and is with his friend, who you must forgive, but I have no idea what it's called, just know it's a puppy

From this side comes across very well the sail, although fulfilled three years old, he only got one and not blown, lol

the letters I reviewed were very bright and colorful, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABEL"

Here you can see the tree and the wooden garden fence

So I introduced:

Friday, March 18, 2011

Negative Pregnancy Test But Cervix High And Soft

Mafia police of A Coruña

we do not know where to go! We'll have to rebels citizens against these rulers who seek, by force, to eliminate the rights achieved with many years of "theoretical" Democracy.

A municipal police of A Coruña, uses verbal threats about using his service weapon to a resident of Tui Street, in a twist in its attempt to appropriate "to brave" the stretch of the street object litigation. The style of the mobsters Al Capone: "I emptied the clip if you try to pass ..."

City police try to impose by force the ownership of a section of public highway for the exclusive use of that body. Yesterday, 03/17/2011, an agent completely lost his temper at the words of a neighbor , remembering the promises of the Councillor for Planning, insisted on its right of way. The agent, far from being conciliatory, said "this is our , and you're not going to happen ." The neighbor gets angry and says "we pass over who takes." The agent: "I get ahead and if you try to pass EMPTY magazine with 12 bullets " ... Needless to say, the outrage of the affected reaches EXPONENTIAL levels.

A few minutes is presented Councilmember Urban (called urgently on the phone), and in his presence, almost came to blows the neighbor and the agent. A person with this lack of emotional stability is not psychologically capable of to carry a weapon.

we fear to say where they said, now say Diego, and ownership of the street to "private reserve" by city officials (not pedestrian, watch out!) Is to be presented as a fait accompli. " We want to get the bends, "mexar for us, but they will not get ... Unless imposed SHOT! , And yet we DEFEND!, With stones if necessary, as in northern Africa.

what happens is the result of too many years of rule by a political party (in this case the PSOE), which considers the city as their private preserve, trying to forcibly impose their model city, not counting the PLAYERS, with residents. And too many years Endian on his pedestal, without listening to those who live the everyday life of everyday problems, those who want to get to their homes and work with at least the same facilities (or disadvantages) that have so far.

Large monumental works, far from improving accessibility, all they do is to put obstacles and difficulties for neighbors to get to their homes. And so that customers can get of shops in the neighborhoods, upload your product (not everything can be worn on the bus ....!).

desperately seek to put all possible obstacles to force businesses to move to the supermarkets (except as bankruptcy), where to pay the mafia and "savage" who want to impose revolutionary taxes. Rents are 10 times higher (100 m2 in Monte Alto 400-500 € / month in Marineda 4000 € / month ... and have to sell ...).

If this is to help you keep your job, come and see God! ...

We can only try a Living ... Greetings