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defne Formerly it was much easier. Now we have many political parties, which, although they may fall into the governing coalition or the opposition, each has many layers. But before or was liberal or conservative era. There were many differences between liberals and conservatives. Gabriel Garcia Marquez himself talks about the differences between the followers of one party and another in his book "One Hundred Years of Solitude. I particularly like the way he describes as the Conservatives, who described themselves as good Christians, bombing the village church while liberals, atheists them, defended them.

The story comes to that, among the many differences, one of the largest was in an unusual place to find political differences, the kitchen. While conservatives believed it was a divine obligation that women cook while the men were engaged in saving the world, the liberal men did not see him much trouble to prepare meals Meanwhile, as conservatives, were dedicated to saving the world (albeit diametrically opposed to conservatives).

My argument is based on the experience of being born into a family crossing. One of my grandfathers was extremely conservative and one liberal. My parents, probably will not disappoint any of my grandparents to decide the political currents, decided that the weekend would be liberals and conservatives on Sunday, while the week would support the M-19. So on Saturday we go to lunch with my grandfather, the liberal, who did not bother to cook enough beans every week to feed a small regiment, which, by the way were delicious. Similarly, on Saturday could jump, run, play and be atheists. On Sunday, on the other hand, we would visit my other grandfather, the curator, who would go to mass at 7 in the Church of Lourdes, then we'd go to market on August 7 that after one of my aunts, but if memory serves me, the cook would be my mom. And at least once in a while, go to pray in Montserrat. Besides television and would be prohibited at night, before we go, pray the holy rosary.

The story today is going to cooked beans and suddenly remembered that Saturday was to eat beans and be liberal.

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There are times when we get tired of seeing our house every single day as well. It is then that we decided to do renovations. These renovations can be as simple as changing the furniture around, but include, without being an exclusive list, paint, rearrange the furniture, change the house.

I think the change is part of human nature. We got tired of that which remains constant over a long period of time. So, we changed and at the same time changed everything around. So much so that rush ever use the verse, "Nothing is permanent, But change is."

All this introduction is due to changes which recently premiered in this blog. I can cite the lack of a change as one of the reasons that have kept this blog dying for so long, but not the only one. The death of many of the blogs that he used to read. TOL death was another major thrust, and left many of his followers without a list in which hundreds of authors wanted to keep his title of being the last update. TOL not only led the list but neither community nor blog posts Colombia galaxy have been able to recreate.

Well, with a new image I hope to help revive this blog. The change is aimed not only to readers, the change is for me to enjoy this place often go through and do not forget the update. So if things are as planned, there will be more words from me around here. So you soon

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Here and back again Fall Colors

I leave my building where I live to be greeted by a strong current of cold air, which makes a 31 degrees a couple of days are so only a vague recollection of the past. As I meditate in the cold today and yesterday's heat I approach the bridge, the bridge from which I can not help, as I have never done it before, look at the train station.

This station has become a magical place, a building that mesmerizes me every time I am somewhere that allows me to see him in all his majesty, and makes me dream with thousands of destinations that could be achieved in each of its visitors meandering electric and steam. Today the station dressed in orange reflect its hundreds of windows, reflection caused by the dying sun hidden behind my back. On the season draws a large white moon framed in a blue sky at times gives the illusion of being more purple than blue. A cloudless sky, no stars to give the impression of not being more than a box whose author forgot to finish.

I soon realize I left the field of view of the train station and turn my ateción to my way south. Suddenly I found myself in front of a picture where a green, still dominant in the scene, fighting unsuccessfully against the yellow, orange and red that will soon dominate the stage. As I reflect on those images that fill my memory now conclude that, as I was warned several times before, fall is the season of poetry.

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Translation poem Mosaic Pillow

Preface

Published on September 13, 2009

was night when I saw the tweet my friend Bud . I took this poem Li-Young Lee, one of those inexplicable reasons, I started to play in English in the head while reading. The translation you posted is the first draft. I thought he was going to edit and post later. But no. So decide to publish the original date and this note.

Original Pillow

by Li-Young Lee

There's nothing I can't find under there.

voices in the trees, the missing pages

of the sea.

Everything but sleep.

And night is a river bridging

the speaking and the listening banks,

a fortress, undefended and inviolate.

There's nothing that won't fit under it:

fountains clogged with mud and leaves,

the houses of my childhood.

And night begins when my mother's fingers

let go of the thread

they've been tying and untying

to touch toward our fraying story's hem.

Night is the shadow of my father's hands

setting the clock for resurrection.

Or is it the clock unraveled, the numbers flown?

There's nothing

That hasn't found home there:

discarded wings, lost shoes, a broken alphabet.

Everything but sleep. And Begins night

with the first beheading

of the jasmine, ITS captive

fragrance at last rid of burial clothes.

My English version

Pillow by Li-Young Lee

There is nothing you can not find there.

The voices in the trees, the missing pages from the sea.

Everything exept the dream itself.

And the night is a river

lying between the banks of speaking and listening,

indefensible and inviolable fortress.

There is nothing that does not fit there:

sources covered with leaves and mud houses

my childhood.

And the night begins when the fingers of my mother

loose thread that unwinds

ball and come to touch the fragile

fabric of our history.

Night is the shadow of my father's hands

putting the clock for resurrection.

Or perhaps the clock is frayed and the numbers were deleted?

There is nothing that has not found home there:

discarded wings, lost shoes, an alphabet stammered.

Everything exept sleep.

And the night begins

the first beheading

of jasmine fragrance

captive who escaped, at last, the shrouds.

Translator's note (or apology for the betrayal of translating). I note some changes

order of words over the original. I wonder how the meaning might be affected:

leaves and mud rather than, mud and leaves

rid , which would loose, the result of the action. I translate in the active voice, with an action verb.

escaped

hem, I found it difficult to translate

plot, placed with a history

hem refers to the different patterns that can take a ball

About the Author-Li-Young Lee

was born in Jakarta, Indonesia in 1957 . Leo

this link that what characterizes his poetry is a certain humility, a desire to allow the sublime into the camp and take over everything. A devotion to language, a belief in its holiness.

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RSS

Note editing

Written in July 2008. Public intact in September 2009.

At the time I thought it was very long and messy for publication. For those who understand English can see that the issue still haunts me enough. Many of these ideas are already changing for me. Others do not. Wanted to make public and open to dialogue this important stage of my chaotic learning.

I wonder how much of a blogger know if I could see how he organizes his RSS?

I tell a little about the mine.

-how to organize

-what-how

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RSS

I have a very packed. More than a selection of readings is rather a mosaic to polish often. Especially since added easily. It must be that I sign up to give him the benefit of the doubt to many people.

course then need easy access to what I saved. For that I make use of folders. folders, I realize now, have a substrate ancient taxonomic to order as links in a static page. But that is our mind at first: the order in a hybrid analog world to digital yustapuesto .

My first folder to honor the taxonomic subjects and topics. All tentative, of course, because bloggers seldom deal with one issue alone. Let's say the label of the folder would be the perspective of the blogger in particular. The pair of lenses through which reality and woven filter networks. I used to read it from there, from its context.

I like to follow in my reader bloggers who write in languages \u200b\u200bother , for example, French, Italian and Portuguese. How are you taking me more time reading than English or English, I assigned a different folder. A place to open in time to overcome resistance to read more slowly or with the help of dictionaries and translators.

Some folders have the name of country of origin of blogs. Something old, yes, but it is important to have other perspectives that go beyond my life context. A learning network that points to the diversity of the world must have a bit of that world. I worry when people read a single continent.

I subscribe, of course, those bloggers I admire, however, most also many with which I disagree more what agree. The latter are central to my reading. I do not want to be in a bubble where all think alike. Read the consistent thinking helps me to articulate, to find the words to handle new constructs in my mind. It is always good not to lose sight of that question and question things you take for granted. Trying to discuss this is where they test the ideas and the ability to express them. Learn, unlearn ... stuff. Inspired me to discover the differences.

is a little difficult to calculate the time spent in my RSS. The readings are more fragmented , almost read a page of search results on Google and then choose which sites open and to pay attention.

The issue is not simply read to be informed. My RSS is not just a news daily. I intend to read that I invite you to reflect and connect to those nodes in my network who are passing similar projects. RSS is a door to dialogue, to the new post, finally, to action, perhaps a collaboration. Because after reading so if I do something with the digestion of feed that does not occur.

I would create new folders or labels to designate what I want to do with my reading. The name of my project.

Nobody has read privileges on my RSS. Each post is gained my attention. Or not. The only folder that obeys the rules folksonomy is the folder bloggers to read today. " No need to waste time in deciding to leave a subscription (the benefit to retain it for search is a topic for another post). In Google Reader is easy to see if a subscription is more than one folder. What matters is who wins the right to be in the folder of my reading priority today. Once this reading, the rest is marked as read. Quiet.

I do not care at all if I have more than 1000 articles for reading. Never occur to me to read everything. Not even if I have less than 10 open. Read is always a decision. I think it's important to resist the urge to self-imposed task to read the RSS. we will never put up with the readings . It hurts, but it is.

If new resources open the door to diversity , 2.0 is not staying on a few things I always read. We must question the relevance of some of these sites in the here and now of my projects. You may also be attentive to new voices that mark future paths of learning. For this I subscribe to some keyword searches on Technorati.

This is just so uncomfortable. Do not come to a definitive list. From the moment of reading is that always reflect what I read and what I read this or that blogger. Even decide if it's worth reading the full post (maybe another reader was written to target). And that reflection can also rise to new posts. If we propose a life-long learning or continuing every three or four months, did not have to wonder if one did not stick a little closer to the form that took, or rather disfigured, his RSS?

And now I would see if you come into your RSS?

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These three visual poems belong to the book SKIN ILLUMINATED, coming out in the poetic collection of the Foundation of Surveyors of Seville.

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prostitutes, écoute moi: Je dois mourir
,
and bend like the folds of life
break my arm between your forest,
crawl and be the rain in your torrents.
prostitutes. Dix Francs. Écoute moi:
become the black beetle in your world,
dig my fingers into the hard clay in your
body
be antenna of a sunken ship in your eyes
, prostitutes
des yeux d'or, I beg you,
Let me be born again in your breasts, bend and squirm
, prostitutes, I'm a sad
walking your steps, even

I can not swim and I drown in your swamp. Méretricel
écoute moi. Je dois mourir.

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This kind of synthesis that other cosmological
or thick and hard skin

extended parallel obelisk
steep land, clay figure

skin and baked in the sun sex,
my body
driven into the body of the woman who sleeps ...

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Among the threads of the mist,
wave in the dead of night, is struck gold
a dream,
the nostalgia of a first love
dragging the waves
voices who named him ... ... And apple

the folds of the bed with her warmth

illuminate new dreams come sound.

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Poet, English painter and writer born in 1951 in Tetouan, Morocco Province, lived for eleven years in Cadiz, a city where he started his first business as a painter, with exhibitions and awards, to devote to later literary activity, as founding member of the literary group "Swell." Doctor's Degree in English, has lived since l972 in Seville, where he is a professor of English literature at the University of Seville, where his main research field of twentieth century literature and the avant-garde, and the Andalusian literature.

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This blog was made observations. He did not die. Just hibernate in the southern hemisphere summer.

also happens that the blog itself, I assure you I had nothing to do, decided not to succumb to the temptation of following a time of social settings:

a) compulsivity to the post
b) need to appear at any time
c) be the first to say something on the web

This does not rule the tyranny of the new.

Yet is a blog.