Monday, April 28, 2008

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R. .. L. .. FI


With the pen you gave me
handwriting in the notebook calligrams Amalfi
paper you gave me when I was given ... Tues
-fil
I return to write again in this book with squid ink.
may let her live a few hours
fire accents and metallic clamor of the bells (bass) ...
smoke-odor-club-de-rosa: the stake for which ascend ...

A half-read book
and a book half done ...

Sometimes there is nothing to say ... Nor
cranes go around every day
with their beaks and feathers
telling stories to camellias and mandarin.

write:
In this part of the blue
evaporates more slowly.

write:
I know I am well and happy (I think), with skin
moistened by the rains of spring ...

write:
Fear not, my love ...
the victim told his executioner
with open eyes flooded with tears
.

I once read that a tear to spill / Becomes the eye in a question mark ... / A tear charges forever and puts into question / all poems, sunrises slower / passionate stories we tell one day fast. / Cries and his scandal to silence the words tonight.

write:
My eyes have seen
tenderness that speaks the language of fondling,
not feel the love through touch, no ...
but by the look
confirms the reunion of our skins .

-write not to move mountains or to enter on the right foot in dictionaries and encyclopedias, nor by intellectual arrogance, curiosity existential or exit of anonymity. You are mistaken if you think that of me ... Or at this point in the reading does not know to whom I write? I'm on your left, sitting: recognize my breath (in your ear), shake me of your lashes ... I'm obsessed with calligraphy that word for days: Tues-fil ... (for days, hours, now, is, da same: we are hanging on the swing moment of our palabrasraras ) ...

write:
The cobalt blue room china
Debussy came to dinner tonight ... Spleen
in Mallorca ...



Photo: " blue pen", January 2004

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Can Ringworm Be Dormant

This evening I will write about landscapes ... "Well ... also about sex and romance (but do not be alarmed, it's just an introduction).


Sunday, Mr Pau Llanes ... It's a lovely evening: bright, blue, warm ... I write after lunch generously relaxed and excited after attending while disappointed at the final race of Formula One (for TV, of course, I'm stuck in Mallorca). I prefer to write to nap.

The first thing I want to say is that I was surprised large share (the views and comments) to my last text about romance, about the "romantic professionals" ... It was a text I decided to write stimulated by one of the first comments on my stories erotic-pornographic. The comment went something like, "Yeah, funny, but what about romance? ... So I said, why do not you? ... Want romance? Well, take romanticism ... At worst I spent ... but the result of my participation as readers, I confirmed that the "theme" is in the air and everything / as they felt involved / or recognized as / as in some way ... To close the chapter I just want to own two or three points: first, that "romantic professionals" (or "emotional vampires" or "rogue sublime") there are men and women (not just a boundary condition of males), which its objectives are the same but their strategies are different, and do not necessarily belong to the age group of maturity ... I say I found true "vampires sublime" in his twenties, with experienced "romantic professional" thirty-something, with predatory forties and fifties ... The body is old, the soul.
Second: my stories were examples of sex without love ... real as life itself. And very pleasant, right? ... There is love, sex, and love without sex ... as is sex with love or without it ... Who has not had sex, just sex nothing more than sex? So I do not understand some critical comments about it ... Or is that masturbation is an act of self-esteem? I do not think it necessary to be self-love to pleasure ... not to meet with romance ... Give the body what the body needs and what you require soul-not vice versa ... ...
Finally, to those who ask me about my romantic nature or not, I advise you read my texts grouped under the themes "love" and "love" ... Pau Llanes knows and knows firsthand all that ... He loved as much as they loved, no more and no less-is and has been a lover and lover, is in love as much as you love ... What Pau Llanes required to love is to be memorable, if not, better sex, pure sex, fun, imagination and quality (and very memorable) ... Sex with love is an act of extreme generosity, mutual care and attention, shared physically and emotionally. Have sex "just sex" is something else: a pact here and now "for pleasure and, of course, an excellent pedagogical exercise between two beings who" taught "and "Learn" while they are pleased ... To have sex is required on all willing to learn as much as wanting to teach. Sexual accomplices enjoyed the most are those who give to their game without competing, sharing their skills, enjoying both surprises and the curiosity of their respective bodies. The ideal is to seamlessly switch the roles of teacher and learner / a in the sexual game ... better than nothing would have enough "expertise, experience and know-how." The best sex is obtained by applying in each situation the most appropriate method: inductive, deductive, analytical and / or synthetic. He fucks methodically, method and technique to love ... But there is no method or experience that are worth: you love holistically, in all, pure intuition ... You love even without knowing ... Knowing is not the same as knowing ... I explained it? Do you understand?

Well ... I'll tell you more: yesterday I was in the field, walking, smelling, sharing feelings with my company, collecting landscapes ... We talk a lot of writings and landscapes painted landscapes, represented as summarized in pictures. Still warm words that we said about the thoughts that led. I would like to share with you all this, you're so far away, invisible. Now I want to write about landscapes ... In principle, suspicious of the words they want it too totalizing embrace all, show everything, say everything: Art, Culture, Nature, Scenics ... How easy it would write " Everything is landscape, but it would be stupid arrogance, an assertion with no guarantee ... We need to find some effective starting point to help us build language (literature). Borges preferably made from dictionaries and encyclopedias, because there the words are arranged at least by non-contiguous lexical meanings. Me I also like to consult dictionaries, squeeze, like Borges. And among them, I declare my special admiration and trust for the Dictionary of English Use Dona Maria Moliner, almost always find an argument in their definitions enough ... Not so in this case. Most definitions and meanings of "landscape" posed Dona Maria are very partial, makes many references to rural, the countryside. However there is one that makes me think, "field considered show" ... Yes, that's talking, of landscapes to see and feel.

It occurred to me to try a proper definition sobre el paisaje que quiero regalarte: “ Paisaje: una visión fragmentada de la naturaleza y el mundo que nos rodea e incluye ”… Es decir el paisaje como algo que se ve y por supuesto se interpreta —elegimos nuestro punto de vista, los ángulos de visión, acotamos su amplitud (“enmarcamos” nuestra mirada)… Se trata de fragmentos de realidad que ordenamos, componemos, relacionamos, comparamos… Fragmentos de la naturaleza: pero no sólo la espontánea y libre, la que se entiende como no construida ni intervenida directamente por el hombre, sino también la alterada mínimamente todavía comparable en muchos aspectos a la naturaleza salvaje, o domesticada with true love and commitment (though utilities), such as the countryside, rural ... And also fragments of the world that would be the rest is not widespread nature where it appears the built, urban, inside our home territories, our houses and courtyards, parks and gardens ... A nature and a world around us and include scenes of our steps, where we walk or we move ... the vital circle radii are our eyes and feelings and mobile center axis moves, parasite, with our body ... A world-landscape-circular and includes affects us belongs to us and we belong, as a point belongs equally to its circumference and the tangent line that touches ...

is clear that this idea about the landscape of a deep conviction: " The landscape is human, or it is not ." What I mean is that the landscape exists only insofar as it is seen, read and interpreted, on the contrary nature, the world still exist even without our views and interpretations. The landscape is a state only circumstantial, not essential in nature ... as human landscapes are inhabited, have been or will be inhabited. And inhabit a landscape view only, our eyes are a prosthesis, our machines to record and play, the physiological prosthesis prosthesis. We hope and we do everything possible to save his features sketches from life, photos, videos, those written pen flies, Intangible invent mnemonics before they disappear their ephemeral sensations, perhaps with the secret intention of restoring his magic feelings that we moved ... Oh, those memories so volatile, so distracted by anything that mingle with them, sharing their secrets with total promiscuity. If not for the pictures, those things that fill the museums, books, libraries, our life of street vendors, everything would be unsolvable chaos of confused memories, to the wishes ... more hopeful would only forgotten memories.

But make no mistake: there is no image that represents the whole world. Like the art is not a facsimile of the world nor is a landscape. I repeat: what we see and select fragments of nature and the world around us is only an interpretation, a visual representation from a particular viewpoint poor-all view has specific space and time coordinates, interim, we move too ... Maybe this fragility of reality referred to, nature "seen and interpreted" in his landscapes, shocked the art and look into this subject-subject. Art has always wanted create lasting images, including iconic signs that we chained to his memory in perpetuity. For that it had rid of insignificant details, the lengthy descriptions, analytical sciences traps and optical physics. The vision of art is more of a pure interpretation of extrasensory perception that a strict sense ... It is rather a suspicion that something invisible inside or beyond what you see ... You know, I've said on other occasions that I represent symbolically the Arts through a lattice, which reveals and obscures, and dramatize a scene of jealousy when I want to know and it hurts know ... Anyway, do not follow this path, you see where I can bring my passion for landscapes, for their performances: far, far away, up, perhaps in the clouds and fog ...

All landscape is subjective - necessity as the "I" which aims to identify with him, a pure interpretation ... " The eye is blind art," he said with obvious exaggeration Gombrich. Neither of the landscape can a purely physical. It is not possible a hypothetical mechanical look devoid of intent, pure and uncontaminated memory, memories, which is absent the power of imagination. The look of the landscape, as in art, is subjective ... often confuse what is merely a visual recognition with the pure knowledge (scientific or otherwise), which has led to multiple and persistent errors and paradoxes of reality. What we see is only a partial fragment of a more complex reality, just a poor stimulus in a given context, we discover not always naive and autonomously but rather the contrary. Usually we consider the sense of sight as the first and most immediate of our senses, we communicate more effectively with the outside world, but this is not true. Looking, seeing and knowing intermingle dangerously, sometimes contradictory when vibrate at will, unsupportive ...

Many of our ideas and beliefs backed only by the sense of sight are superficial appearances of image, mental constructs visual models from given, made and learned without reservation. It is seen that in addition to any landscape should be read: it is a visual text that requires its own code of interpretation of reality, a complex transcription system linking seemingly disparate forms and contents, including exceptions, something like a foolproof formula for order the world in all its facets and possibilities, but in its way, as their home language. Since the destruction of the Tower of Babel interprets each world as he gives his speech, which explains the cultural conventions, aesthetic, nothing universal, leading to the painted landscapes of East and West, the divergent trends particular to this era of globalization alleged differentiation and generic ...

- Go ! I've been through ... I've written too much, how long have I done wrong ... Well, another day I'll write a bit more of my favorite landscapes, those that I was collecting for my life of compulsive traveler, nomad, vagabond, before finally meet when and where ... Where are you? Please send me your favorite landscape; descríbemelo or give me one of your images, you may well find you more easily and begin to live, to inhabit, even in your absence ... I'll wait here while you rid of your baggage useless ... Do not delay. Or think that I've read all the way until the last three dots ...


Photos: The Series "Landscapes of Mallorca " January-July 2004

Friday, April 25, 2008

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On "romantic professionals" and its dangers ...

Have you ever met a / the romantic / professional in your life? Sure ... there are everywhere, have a special smell to sniff existential tragedies, moments of weakness ... Of course not all "romantic" are "romantic professionals, their typology is very diverse, most are harmless, even intimate: the" melancholy ", the" literary " the "aesthetic", the "love of love", etc., is the "professionals" who you have to save, they are dangerous, can hurt you much damage if you let them into your life and "Okuparte" no solution ... I will define and describe above such a romantic, that you care ...

But before I sign up something about the romance lest we confuse the words and make a mess ... one thing to have romantic impulses from time to time, idealized love living situations, like a novel - " roman" in French - and another thing to live in a permanent state ... We are all romantic romantic functional, but some are in need ... and among them some by trade ... One thing is "to be" romantic and a "being" romantic ... Being romantic is abandoned to unknown, the unconscious, the irrational. It's a mood that is experienced with total delight, without reservation or subterfuge, enjoying every moment of a sort of existential shipwreck where reality drifts and crashed into the ridge threat of life ... Usually, for a romantic does not fit the hypothesis that there may be "a today, "an immediate reality, which may be considered cause for concern or wishes to look forward. Only last-remembered bitterly and future, always uncertain, miserable and terrible senses, have the dignity and gravity enough to be taken into account, move him ... His tragedy is not confined to the narrow knowing their territories memory-chewed-and desire-volatilization, both agonizing and abysmal ... can not live real time, that is, who should share with "others." The romantic aims to resolve their distress, to be saved, not just a moral commitment that will reconcile with their time and others ... It is a selfish character and need-is-nature, isolated and timeless ...

The "professional romance "is a perversion of Romanticism, its most pathological and harmful. First is a show that requires exceptionally gifted actors to self-pity and loneliness. His characters spend all their time bemoaning the injustice, villainy, inevitable adversities of fate ... So many times have tested the loyalty and love of his victims in the end only have been by his side treachery and indifference of her lovers ... you'd better not even to these buffoons suicide of love ... so apparently owners themselves, as actors. Suicide is a pretext that is written, he admits with tears in their eyes, threatens, but has never taken seriously on the lips of these tricksters feelings. Suicide is a last resort it does requires some kind of remorse ... "rather than the romantic suicide is not willing to suffer, anything that is not strictly governed by its advantageous contract with life.

For those who believe that humanity is stupid, to be "professional romantic is your best option. No one is more ambitious and ruthless than those romantic. His apparent and well-studied self-destructive character reduced to rubble all the illusions of those who had the temerity to pity them and try their salvation. The proverbial greed to possess that betrays the spirit of these patients is matched only by his natural disposition to leave battered all those souls who have thumbed and squandered. And do not mind having lost everything, on the contrary ... this destitution, this folly, are convinced that they got it appease his anxiety, at least momentarily before equip new horrors, more subtle desecration in the naivety of his victims ...

The "romantic professional" claims for itself all the affection and tenderness that come out to meet him, not deserve. Makes them unlikely traps, illusions comfortable lies we entangle and confuse any idiot who has tried to save with his piety and ridiculous hope. With the Romantics do not play or may suffer as a joke. Your most effective strategy is to make us believe they need our love, our admiration freed from suspicion ... they say we are the only safe haven in which to deposit their solemn confessions ... much falsehood and cunning to be loved for who only aspires to hate later after his treason ... What perverse intelligence, god ... so refined And what a pleasure to conquer back the trust of someone who has left (only on a whim, without the least regard his bitterness) to multiply their suffering to the absolute limits in fear of a final and definitive abandonment ... - remember the book, film, Havoc ? The victims of a "professional romantic" survive unfortunately suffering from fear to love forever ...

The "romantic professional "lives in a continued indifference camouflaged studied fine words and caresses. There is nothing more despicable than a love poem written by such mercenary meanness, nor as painful as the memory of her orgasms. Delicious orgasms and words of a romantic seductive open scars, tears acids that leave intact with no cure time, for which no use the mock heroic revenge or forgetting. How to make love, as he writes of love, a "professional romantic!" Romantic

These predators are masters in the art of believing their lies. Nobody will ever know when they suffer or enjoy really. Their throats strung laughter and groans with the same sound ... They say oh, what a pain! as they might say "I love you" or "I'm the happiest person in the world" ... Its sentimentality is a narcotic anesthetic for the victims and prevents them from escaping while there is time. Exude a powerful drug that bittersweet sentimental, propagated by tongues and ears, numbs the senses, mostly common sense ... A whisper, just a syllable, can topple the strongest human architecture and the strongest of wills. Seduced by the voice of a passionate and romantic look is known for its unhappy sooner or later, all its own, humiliated ... No no one deserves such a sacrifice, not even who made you dream of truth for the first time ... The end of the dream is a miracle that suicide is not worth it ... do you? ... Love is something else ... right?


Drawing: the "Book of Hours " , 1991-92

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

How To Stop A Cheat On Vba

As promised ... Portico two erotic stories after my conversations on aesthetics ... Sorry for the frivolity: it is spring ... Adventure

As promised and who Forewarned is forearmed ... I wore a long wanted to publish some erotic cartoon, even slightly pornographic and could not find time ... certainly did not want to be understood as a frivolity, which meant my blog's eyes any funny how erotic stories blog ... I enjoy reading from time to time erotic stories, I find them without much effort each time you walk through the worlds of blogs and blogging community, enjoy them ... For a while I even videos and collector DVD's pornographic paradoxically intellectuals ... But I must confess that I have much respect for erotic literature, and look what I've read, from my venerable Marquis de Sade to Almudena Grandes and Eduardo Mendicutti, Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin, all Bukovsky and Jean Genet, Alberto Ruy Sanchez and Melissa Panarello, a Kawabata, Osvaldo Lamborghini and Diamela Eltit the Satyricon of Petronius and the Boccaccio's Decameron, the Story of O Dominique Aury, the most erotic, the better, in my opinion, ... and even Joyce's love letters, among other gems ... But I can hardly write an erotic sex story explicit, I confess ... must be because the typical words from any fairly descriptive erotic story: if you make love or fuck or fuck ... if pussy, cock, penis or vagina or shell or any of the synonyms and neologisms that named our genitals and their physical contiguity or lexical, who cares ... if tit and ass poto, that if inserted or removed, suck, sucking or enter ... and many others that make up the thesaurus words specialized resource for any story erotic or pornographic ... It is not self-respecting modesty, that I have not more than necessary, and in my case is very little that I have to social shame ... I do not know why but I do not feel comfortable writing erotic stories porn erotic passages ... "yes, notes, feelings, moments, improvisations ... I think in erotica, which I like and better defines me is to write erotic haiku I am a collector of erotic kind of bonsai ... One of these days I am to read some examples ... OK?

Well, here I am again in the view of your comments (with little letters or silent, it does not matter) ... Two erotic pornographic stories that make up a leaflet, which is how I like to represent love and eroticism, remember for example that I consider my best story written for this blog: Story of a love that survived lived a few hours and a lifetime ... The first one I started writing a few years ago as a somewhat exaggerated version of an autobiographical episode, it was not exactly in a supermarket, that image gave me another erotic story I read then, but the sequence of events was very similar which describe ... The second is very recent, almost when I started writing this blog. Both have tweaked and adopted this format in which we read: small and saving unnecessary passages ... I do not know why, but the second I feel more intimate than the first, and that it is an exercise in descriptive detail details, perhaps also more mine - is it because the tone decidedly ironic? What things have mimesis, projecting and recognize the other ...

I think it's the right time to make them read collectively, have been stoic throughout an initiation into the deserts of aesthetics after reading "bareback" My last three supplies about art, beauty, etc. You have qualms (I guess) of all these quotations and reflections of Plato and Aristotle, Kant and Hegel, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Heidegger, Lyotard and many others ... I have accompanied during the writing of death, life and maceration desire ... on utopias and atopy ... communed with me and Bruno Llanes and even shared our mystical journey, our existential exile, also Tuaregs in your own way ... So you deserve a break, sure two stories are inconsequential ... ... perhaps what better to think about them is that they are fun, or what seem to me ... "the amor y el erotismo deben ser divertidos, dar risa, dibujar sonrisas, o no hay quien los aguante… No creo que resistan la criba estrictamente literaria cuando decida antologizarme; pero de lo que estoy seguro, absolutamente seguro, es que cuando vayáis al supermercado, por el sector de frutas y verduras, y veáis un hombre o una mujer que os mira con cierto descaro, recordareis esta aventura erótica de Pau Llanes… —qué cosas tiene la literatura… Ojalá algún día alguien me pregunte si soy Pau Llanes mientras hago la compra dos veces por semana en Mercadona… Eso es mejor que el Cervantes… ¡Feliz día del Libro, de la lectura! Rose=Eros para ti…

Los dos relatos Adventure erotic cannibal in the supermarket I and II the can then read below in previous post ... I have made and for your comfort ... first one and then the other, of course ... lol

Photo: " fruit and vegetable market in Belem, Brazil, April 2006