Saturday, February 26, 2011

White Lotion Type Discharge

ERA WOMEN ... SPEAK ON IT

brightness in his eyes and a tear.
a desire in the smile and silence.

woman was
and was not afraid.
Mujer sin duels
and was not afraid at the time.
Women taste in the mouth.
Women aroma tenderness
of breath without jealousy,
fall ageless.
Women weapons without veils,
naked body,
of meanings to the surface,
kisses drawn in the air.
Women words unclaimed
caresses winter
absence wound
and knew not forgotten.
woman was
Albada of the retina,
of sunsets and dreams,
of Sighs in the saliva,
hangovers on the roads,
of doubt in his pockets
and did not expect promises.

chest in a memory and a lie.
waist in a hug and a disappointment.

And she was a woman
of sprigs of violets,
of furtive love,
of corners in the sky,
corners in flight,
shadows on the makeup
and not looking at the memories.
Women tattooed fire,
crusades and defeats,
toll roads,
wrinkle in the belly, ;
of erosion and flooding.
Woman Gore
of deferred items,
whispers and idleness,
kingdoms without princess,
of tenderness and courage
and collected no mysteries.

abrasions on the feet and a delay.
At its heart a story and a failure.

From "With life back". Editorial Quadrivium.
Francisco J. Picon
All rights reserved.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Like To Watch Men Pee



Her skin
hibernate incense
my touch

every pore
her waist
a dream

in each outbreak
their senses
a heart
rubbing my

in his eyes
reside my eyes
crouched in her eye

in pituitary
the taste of my arms

on his fingers
the footsteps of my kisses

in his heart
a streak of tenderness,
suture
affection and gushing
of its existence
in my veins

From "Alembic of traces", Editorial Quadrivium
Francisco J. Picon
All rights reserved

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Thank From Hair Stylist

MAN (Foreword by Alembic of Remains)


; Some say that poets do not create, but the poetry itself chooses to sing it. Suppose the ingredients of those elected, not only sensitive, but aware of it, not only endowed with new eyes, but can not waste them and continuing to the time to clean the impurities that threaten that quality, not just a word submissive but worthy of its effects; not only responsible for the mission with which they have been mandated, but consistent so far as to make it a lifestyle.
Post to venture, visualize a how, focus on a shorter plane. A man steps on earth, because that's where you live, if you do not want to miss the pleasures that become unreachable when you wander too long in the clouds, a man who offers her entire body, every inch, to receive. Visualize that this is so it is logical that not skip any sense, let that body needs more space. Visualize that this man who treads ground, and provided all his being, synchronize your skin to your intellect and a fork that combines the poetry itself is vetoed it, hence there is a poet ...
a who and a how to later ... guess a reason, one for what might ... (When and where, at last, after all, do not pass the status of mere voyeurism). Say The most interesting poets who write for themselves, because only then can write for others, a man talking to himself is a man speaking to man. And talk to the man's deal with eternity. Hence, with the stills of these pages is distilled the essence of that from now describes a time.
Here is his weakness, that is his strength: the effort to catch the life without principle, the endless succession, placed man at the gates of the ancient heart, at the crossroads, desmaraƱada, gives self-knowledge self-knowledge of the capital, men with axes, although its brief existence.
"Strange then that this still remains to be those of a man in a perpetual instant, a man climbed a perennial carousel, an exotic, shipwrecked and expatriate? Is it weird that he sensed in constant progress and disturbing, since that path with or without an end is almost the least? Is it any wonder that the search of himself arrives, rather than conclusions, to the formulation of question after question, link after link, and this made it more interesting to sit comfortably on pilgrims truths? "The antonym of the word" truth "is its own plural. Is it understood as Fran Picon persevere in called "apprentice poet"? No false modesty or lack of fitness. On the contrary, is a consistent man who does not want this, poetry, life-finish ever.
Welcome to the path on which you can only take steps forward.



Mayte Guerrero

Monday, February 7, 2011

Sony Dvp Sr200p Dvd Player Zone

EDITORIAL INVITATION OFFICIAL PRESENTATION OF RUINS

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Lab 5 Cell Respiration Variables

STILL HAS A HOME (Author Elena Alvarez de Castro)

Big Mama With Big Clit

Geotourism II National Congress - 1st Circular

already published the 1st Circular of the Second National Congress of Geotourism - Yaracuy 2011.

Get it through this link:

http://geoparques-congresolatino.blogspot.com/2011/02/ii-congreso-nacional-de-geoturismo-1era.html

Club Car Vs Yamaha Electric Carts

Geotourism II National Congress - 1st Circular

already published the 1st Circular of the Second National Congress of Geotourism - Yaracuy 2011.

Get it through this link:

http://geoparques-congresolatino.blogspot.com/2011/02/ii-congreso-nacional-de-geoturismo-1era.html