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We have concluded the IICNG preregistration. Registrations, in San Felipe, at the Teatro Jacobo Ramirez (venue) from Tuesday 10 May 2011 at 2pm and the first day of the event at 7am.
Any questions or comments write to email the event congresogeoturismo@gmail.com

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ABU, THE ELEPHANT AND A LITTLE PRINCE

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It faces a breath of surprise

lighthearted look at

elephant when crossing eyes

that, bold in his innocence,

child who approaches.

Barrita insolent yawn

in his magnanimous figure

strokes reminiscent

of a little prince

in Worlds of Saint-Exupéry.

kneel, face to face

in duel taboos or boundaries,

silence weighing

sweat distilling

of intrigue and lost illusions.

Childhood,

absent prejudice,

sees beyond the flapping ears,

defeating flavors weather

and discover the solitude of giant

while his eyes whisper

complicity and tenderness.

Perhaps the snake

imagined that little prince

eating an elephant

never was a hat ... if not solitude ...

Perhaps nothing is as it seems ...

From "Imprinting in two voices"

Mayte stories and poems by Francisco Guerrero J. Picon

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My friend and great poet, Rafael Gómez Luna, has honored me by a wonderful video with one of my poems in Remains Alembic

http://lunagomezrafael.blogspot.com/2011/04/instante-perpetuo.html

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IT WITHOUT TEARS

TEARS cleave myself together,

hurts me the uncertain emboque

when you show in your mouth,

flashes night with a stinging sun

in the vicinity of my exile,

and dying in your glance mine

way of silence.

In "Snapshots from penumbras"

Francisco J. Picon

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Without you,

my dreams are demons

clutching the pillow,

in the shadows

of my sun

without you,

wrinkles of my fears

my eye makeup,

in the retina

of myself

without you,

the sounds of silence

are the cries of my life,

in the distance

of my voice

without you,

roads are mourning

brings me to your memory

in the absence

my goodbye

without you,

words are exiles

Drawn in my smile,

in sadness

your goodbye

without you,

only I understand failure

to heal my wounds,

in defeat

of my love

Francisco J. Picon

"Feelings of a strange"

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FRIENDSHIP IN THE SKIN

That knowing look

at the right time,

wordless

that nod to silence

that embraces you in your weather

without gestures,

that

absent shadow that never leaves you

,

without merit,

that furtive caress

in the corners of fear,

without invoices,

this madness on your right,

this reflection on your paranoia,

without reproach,

that friendship

in the skin

with wrinkles on your age,

time ... no time

...

of "feelings of a stranger," Francisco J.

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Pre-registration for pre-registrations for Reopened

Pre-registrations have been reopened today 15 to April 30, 2011, for more info, check out the circular IICNG

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IICNG Congratulations to the Bolivarian High School Boys Salvador Córdoba

On Monday April 4, was held at the Bolivarian schools Salvador Cordova Araya community, Cruz Salmerón Acosta municipality of Sucre state, the final project presentations grade, businesses with great seriousness and enthusiasm of teachers and students.

variety of jobs of various kinds, including social scientists and conducted, Venezuela Geoparks Foundation served as an advisor to one of these jobs entitled "Proposal for geotourism western peninsula of Araya, Sucre state, Venezuela " defended by future graduates Beidy Jimenez, Johnny Rivero, Mariangel Penott, Marileth Rondon, Yenymar Nuñez and Nina Gomez. Then much study, discussion and field trips, it was time to present the work before their classmates and to the jury composed of professors and researchers from various fields.

With some nerves and enthusiasm were the findings of work, including 3 LIG and proposed a possible route map and a proposed gazebo. This work received the highest grade and therefore commend this excellent team.

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I missed the Wolves


escapes me

life through your fingers ,

very slowly,

as if he wanted me

notice every time

their escape ...

I leave the desire,

illusion,

a traumatic divorce

without agreement,

without agreement,

just leave

And my smile fades

And my sight is lost

And my heartbeat is off

And my blood is colorless

absences and gaps

back I'm lucky

and

my reflection in the mirror

elopes with other bodies,

until my fingertips touch

withdrawal

to banish the caresses

life escapes me

how the fish sliding

of palms, as

slowly

wounding

the pupils of my pain

I leave

forces and my heart surrenders,

hopelessly

inconsolably,

simply to

And my dreams are dissipated

And my story stops

forget And memories

on my skin and wound

senses and defeats

From "With life in tow. New piggyback

Francisco J. Picon

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HUMAN LIFE ... WITH FORGIVENESS (DE LOS LOBOS)

this silence hurts me
disturbed in the retina of death,
perceive the lack of smiles
darkness after a fierce lightning,
taste of misfortune sandwiched
with rattling unpolluted Earth.

We insatiable wolves fortune
cannibals disguised as truths,
usurpers of other bodies distressed
incoherent battles warriors
and championed the pain in the eyeballs.

silence hurts my
numbing fear,
defeats in the fields insolent
of anger misunderstood
shrapnel damage me a death
educated at the universities of the flight.

We power hungry wolves
and I feel enormously in my gut,
ask for clemency as a man in these times
and wolves, for the violence, my apologies.

Unpublished

Francisco J. Picon

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ME KNOW YOUR SKIN A SMILE ... RESIGNATION

Your skin knows smiles
written in the silences
deeper your privacy
incense beardless
on the border of your lips,
the aroma of a dream
blush undressed and wait

your skin is grafted into every pore
the borders of my essence
blows of verses and saliva,
in rows insolent
the wrinkles on my chest,
in the most remote corners
that populate my sidewalks

skin flake with loopholes
of my serenity breath,
scarified with my waist
the slopes of thy womb,
synesthesia becomes
the folds of a kiss

skin smiles I know ...

From "Poems Prohibited" Francisco J.

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My Mole Hurts To Sleep On

Apura every drop of wine
seeking routine background
more to find the dregs of oblivion
and a hangover that approximates

Seduce each bar bar
a smile waiting in silence
but dreaming is bored to
and resonates in his farewell ears

Walk torn between yawns
splashing his shirt with traces of pity
more alcohol is his only friend
and play their last game together

sleeps on a mattress without sheets
the dream of a love that is forbidden
but lulled by the waves of the distance
delves into the injustice of what has been lost

Tomorrow is just a word
and yesterday a hidden memory
today is a wound in the hope
and living is the infinitive of the lived ...

From "With life back"

Editorial Quadrivium

Francisco J. Picon

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