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In the words ...

Poetry. I do not care, it's like try to tell something I'm not. One day, I was told that the writer brings the lines on the skin, I think it's better to have the blood of ink. You can not take anything on the skin for wrinkles, corrode. What
feel rain?
As drop in your body until you scatter in full, drain from your forehead.
I wanted to get rid of you, disarm between your fingers, between my legs, between your tongue. Eat your breath, take a shower in my dreams. you. You to be a suicide. A mouth. Damn
rain that fills the eyes of memories, attack points, you suffer, I fear. Love
what word shorter. More than a game you and I not to play, not vivirnos while breathing its essence that we have. What word selfish. Suffered. Dramatic. Like me. As though you deny it and hide in the skirts of the day.
How quickly I just love the desire to stay in you forever. Always. An infinite word. Then it will be infinitely .
Last night I slept alone. Not today. Because I could not sleep without dreams. They know now. I know I do not care. They know that gossip , scream it, we condemn what? WHAT? Nothing. That love grows stronger and smiles ...

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At what point ... Sigh

Tito left me on my email as five times ... here goes for those who want to take it ...

1. At what point did you realize you were in love or for the first time?

Ha ... I remember ... unless the hand that had braces and I saw a thing happen fat, white girl in the schoolyard for 18 years ... and now my best friend ... or perhaps recently ... because in reality in our lives, we are in love many times, then we realize that such love have an expiration date. Just know that I am now. That's what matters.

2. When did you decide to be what you are now?

All my life I wanted to write ... no more ...

3. At what point did you feel alone for the first time?

In a waiting room in a funeral home.

4. At what point in your life have been happier?

try to be happy forever, so there is no happier moment, there are many ... like now.

5. When did someone let you down?

Well ... many people have gone through this list ... but that the more memory ... someone in the family of course could not miss, anyone who ever left me when he thought he was in love, a group of "friends" they said and did horrible things against me without deberla not fear it, God (or so I thought), no I know! How sad!

6. What what time did you feel proud of you?

egolateca I guess for me, I can say that the Saturday presentation of the new anthology. As additional data, last night when the one o'clock we were still on board and then we went to bed, he whispered to me that he was proud of me ... and how I felt.

is everything.
can post this string when you walk to the races and have not uploaded anything to your blog for a week .... lol

Kisses ...

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Several have asked me what about the movie will begin filming ... here are some links to newspapers that have published interviews with some of the crew ...


Province today World
Michoacán's voice

I remind you that this Monday, I will be presenting the new anthology of Fantasy Unmentionable Issues Shamra in La Casona's theater in Morelia, Michoacán (20: 00). Jose Luis Rodriguez with me ... and that day may keep an eye on the live interview on channel 2 at 11:00 on the film ... Mmmmm

keep you posted while I'm away ...

For now, I leave here a little story of Marcial Fernandez (one of my favorite authors) by the end of the week, enjoy!!

Kisses and thank you all for your good vibes! (I know why, it'll be great!)

THE DEVIL'S LEAK

Marcial Fernández

Malefactor lifetime, El Diablo was imprisoned in a prison high security. The newspapers, always sensational headlines devoted to the fact large, repudiated the subject of mothers, parents welcomed the authorities while children made him a hero.

However, yesterday came the news of his escape. Once again the world poured opinions, suspicions, suspicions. Some commented that the notorious criminal bribed his guards, who provided the key out, others said he fled through a tunnel dug with his own hands, and the least claimed to climb the high walls of prison.

To this, the only clue to his recapture is a thick smell of sulfur, a shadowy darkness steeped in prison.