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Peacock Stone


Of all the monsters that inhabit the neighborhood is a very special. It is not an aggressive monster. It's ugly, yes, as it should be all monster worthy of the name.

long time, all day, not moving even an inch of where it sits in the morning, looking west, with eyes lost in the skyline. Do not ever deviate. His face does not show any feeling or desire. Stone appears. Perhaps it is, I never dared to touch.

petrified

But is this attitude of observing a point lost in space, which prompted me to confess every detail of my life. Many days I sat beside him and told him my thoughts, my doubts, my fears. He never hinted that I was interested in listening to me or anything you say. I never looked.

Gradually, many flocked to the site where I watched the blue monster with a face of stone, and also reported their problems, they asked for help (which was never granted) or even confessed before him the most cruel mistakes.

Seeing this, I walked away. He preferred the solitude that we did not have, that solitude in which I spoke and he did not hear.

However, sometimes strange, and from afar, and not because the other approach built around a temple to protect it, try to guess what he looks in the western horizon, and again I feel close.

photography: Monster stone Garulo July

Walking Stick Rams Horn

Night in words


I wanted to make a night perfect.
And I got just words. We

the words to heal the wounds.

I'm looking to Buenos Aires
through the window.

And every night they were and are
that one night I drew
in the silence of letters trapped.

that I will know nothing is eternal night.
And he always says it with words.

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A smile?

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The Husbands

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

WITH A SMILE

FOR ALL AND ESPECIALLY FOR YOU. .!

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The Lost Stork

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thought out the storm. But today I saw

leaves and tired of the heat come alive,

in a usual daily miracle.

And the harsh caress of the wind, swirling

corners,

dancing with papers and empty bags.

I love that magic, that live without life,

That being so tied to the wind ...

Where does the fear of the storm?

Where does the fear of the inevitable? It

hear laughter disguised sighs and bursts of rain.

I do not cheat.

understand the language of the drop and the breeze.

Storm openly mocks,

of those who believe they can escape the wind

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The storm devoured Man


was crossing the street, avoiding cars and pedestrians to avoid (as I thought it was the only way to go quiet in the world), when being caught up and began to devour it. Attacked him without saying a word, the most ruthless attack. One hopes that whoever eats it, say something, to explain its action. It was not the case. He was overthrown in a coup, surprisingly, bound to fall on the pavement, next to the curb. You could hear the car horns but did not sound in his defense, simply expressing a rejection of that traffic was interrupted by something as trivial as a man being eaten. A few pedestrians stopped just happened to look, frowning with curiosity and some disgust. Discussed among themselves what they saw and what insurance would comment on their homes as soon entered the warm home and were greeted with a silky kiss: "We saw a man being eaten, in the middle of the street." That terrible, say, that world in which we live, that horror. "How would you describe His death? "was reached to ask the man, before being eaten his head.