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The Battle of Wuthering Heights

(soliloquy for Heathcliff)

Wading blood from the heart now, its depth
tibia. Neither advance nor surrender,

nothing here to win or that belongs to me except to know that we will die

and wish all hold the glow phosphorescent

of that consciousness, not be alone there. Fearing
pat-hiriéndote-
that we both know,
lambs both;
afraid of your pain, your sweet shadow, fearing
enjoy the echo of my death on your body
I stop, Catherine beloved
nail me in the water of time,
I give way to the fear of crossing the desert

me and I am my heath.

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cuis day of the bird

While typing, copying a paper where I wrote them by hand because I do not trust the diskettes or CDs, the latest errata for the last galley proof of my next novella in the series of which goes to press Atopy morning and printed out on Thursday, I consoled my temporary lack of internet to witness the discussion that takes place in the cyber Shell: rain or no rain? "Boludos, no, I think to myself. Because before you leave I saw one of the guinea pigs Deivid, Rita Savage was on the balcony. And if a cautious guinea pigs as Rita comes to the balcony is NOT going to rain. At first I did not trust it either and I decided to take the umbrella itself, new sunglasses that I bought at the mall Alto Atopy, no. Or one or the other. But a break in the clouds Rita trust me: I retraced my steps and not to climb the stairs again, I left the umbrella locked in our mailbox.
Yesterday, plus new glasses, I bought two jazz albums for my mother, Peter Gabriel 1 for me and a bottle of mineral water. Found on the street, pulled a black suit. I hid my CD and my glasses in the bag because I saw it coming. And it was like, 'What did that bottle of mineral water, filled it with tap water or buy it? " I asked my mother. I know that the virtuous (knowing her for 42 a. as I know) would be lying to say that I took from the tap. But no. I told the truth: I told him that he had bought at the mall. It was obvious that he hated the word "shopping." Nor, it seems, you know I have really enjoyed checking account. On the way back home, I felt I ran a loop temporary ranging from the seventeenth to the twenty-first century. Robinsonian saved my honor to discover this morning that his suit was Deivid neither made to measure. That
Costume jodita lost valuable minutes that I did retrieve a vengeful driver, later determined to send me a purpose in view that I had tried to rush it so that from their point of view should be vulgar airs of the First World. I explained that, at 11:05, the municipal official who was interviewing me at 11:00 and told me unofficially "ininstitucionalizable."
Then come all this in a novel and say "what imagination."

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same desktop

native poet Chang Tung
imitated the singing of birds. Other poets composed

variations;
Chang Tung but he always sang the same.
Where was imitated birds. The monotony offended
officials.

"But is not
and the bird sings it?
always the same song. Blessed

Tung Chang,
indistinguishable from the bird.

Dann

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The poet was not so old.
longed, however, preside
the desktop. But he had no disciples.

belonged not to cultivate patience
green.
He believed that truth
sprout out of his mouth when he had drunk enough.

"My war was expected," said Ran,
judgmental, clutching his glass of sake. Ran
account a haiku how
uploaded to another soldier who was bleeding:

and tells her shoulders shaking.

Dann's insolence is too much:
rebuke to the old unworthy.
sitting there on his throne without a kingdom, again
drunken battle against ghosts.

His first line is useless without a rear
, because no one follows. Dann
make the same mistake twice
but still believes he was right.

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Total reading success in the International Poetry Festival. I had no time or post a notice here. From 7 to 10 AM I was reviewing a translation of a manual of tactics of war, very useful thing to impress then some poets table with my general knowledge of strategy. Within certain limits: the type of imaginary war images that appeal to people who have never been in a real one. My book Ithaca (2004) found its readers. That's the good news. The bad news is that you are exhausted. The other good news is that as reeditaré. Upon request, by hand, one by one. A mail it, to pay via transfer. I chose Ithaca fragments thinking of "Haikus of war" that Martin Raninqueo read on Thursday. He just read at that time elsewhere and not heard, and I could not give the book. I have sent by email. In Soliloquies , which just came out, did not have enough copies. I could only get three for sale. And they sold. People rushed to buy it. Could have sold twenty or thirty in minutes, to have had. I could not believe it. Those are the things you read that happen to other people. A Beck, a reduced rate. It happened to me.

Raninqueo I could tell the guilt I felt in 1982. Guilt for having food, shelter and my family nearby. While they were there . I could tell. Pathetic
D'Anna boasting to him of his fear of 1976-epic tone, JB hand.
"A problem here, the generations," he murmured.

From 11 to 16 hours transcribe and translate finished my interview Cooke Allison Hedge Rosario/12 today. We recorded the interview yesterday at the Club de Pescadores. "I was talking about," Allison said finally, pointing to a sparrow behind me. He also discovered the nest.
And today, in the tape is not a sparrow chirping incessantly.

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My gastroenterologist is like Johnny Depp!
chronic pancreatitis I want my, I want my PC ...

But (if you have one), the hospital made me sign a clause saying that mine is a tribute to the Forn pancreatitis, so nobody accuses me of plagiarism. And

also record and make clear that Bolaño's liver had nothing to do.

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Anyway ...

... I decided to go to the doctor. Perhaps under the influence of the book I started reading, "Liquid Love" by Zygmunt Bauman (gift from my friend Delia) returned to the same gastroenterologist last year.

He remembered me. I noticed it changed: thinned and took sun. He was a chubby peaky and now, thin and tan, he looks like Johnny Depp. I'm glad to be young and beautiful, because I fear that I will need it in the next, say, 20 years.
painted green the hospital cafeteria. Now the green grass of football resonates, so say, on the walls, and makes a nice counterpoint to the courtyard of the trees reaching to be from within.

"Liquid Love" is an ode to loyalty: the book to read before buying land and bricks, or return to the homeland.

And perhaps that's why I decided to listen to "Midnite Vultures" by Beck, which eventually fell via Azureus (though it took a while).
I love.
is 50% and 50% cool freak.
How to say in my native language?
is a party, is a spinning mirror ball, strobe lights are, insane people dancing with American clothes show the seventies with spiral-shaped patterns orange and fuchsia.
is the music that I put on my next birthday.
Beck, for me you can believe in flying saucers, marry your sister or your mother, do not care.
I know it's all stolen . No matter.
I forgive you everything.

biochemical Today my new experiment called DOLOFRIX. How to explain
Dolofrix experience?
do not know. It is ineffable.
60 mg of codeine. There is no way to imagine it.

As Gogui says: we're late to everything.