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Living admits no jokes.
have to live with all seriousness,
like a squirrel, for example,
ie without expecting anything out of life and beyond;
ie, all assignments are summarized in one word:
Living.
have to take seriously the life.
is, to the point and
so that even with your arms tied behind his back, and back
attached to the wall, or

wearing big glasses and wearing a white coat in a lab, you should know dying
by men.
And by men who probably never saw, and also
no one forces you to do, and also knowing
the real and beautiful thing is
Living.
words:
have to take life so seriously
than seventy years, for example, if necessary

planted olive trees without thinking that one day would be for your children;
you do, my friend, you must,
not because, although the issues, do not believe in death, but because living
is your task.

II

happens, for example, we are very sick
;
we have to endure a difficult operation;

that it is possible that no return to get up from the white table.
Although it is impossible not to feel sadness
leaving early,
continue laughing at the last joke,
looking out the window to see if the time is
rain

eagerly awaiting the latest release.
happens, for example, that we are on the front,
for something, such worth that fight. Just
the attack began, the first movement,
face may fall to the ground, and die.
All that we accept with singular value, and yet
,
passionately concerned for the war that may last for years and years.

happens we're in jail.
happens

we approach the fifty years
and eighteen others missing
to see the iron gates open.
However, we continue to live with foreigners,
with men, animals, conflict and winds,
is, with all the outside world is
behind the wall of our sufferings is
: wherever we have to live

as if we had never died.

III

this world is cold,
a star among the stars;
other hand one of the smallest in the universe,
ie a drop in the bright blue velvet
is, this huge world ours.
this world is cold one day, a

day slide in the blind darkness of infinite
-not a snowball
not dead, like a cloud, like a nut
empty.
from right now has to suffer through,
should feel sadness now,
has to love both the world at all times,
must love you so consciously
you can say: I have lived.

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Sester
pale and absorbed by the hot wall of a garden.
Play from blackthorn and brambles
clicks blackbirds, rumors of snake.

cracks in the soil or the carob
rows of red stalk
ants that cross or break
on top of tiny bundles. Observe

between the fronds of the distant throb of blades

while rising sea trembling
clicking of cicadas from bare peaks.

And walking in the sun that shines
wonder
felt sad that all of life and fatigue in this tour is

a wall topped with sharp spikes of bottle.

Eugenio Montale

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Whether you've dreamed that you become unreal.
Will I have time to reach that
still living body
and mouth kissing on the birth of the
voice that is loved?
Whether you've dreamed
my arms, used to cross over my chest as if hugging
your
shadow
may never again meet
the shape of your body.
And before the actual appearance of
what I have and
rules for so many days and years, I will make sure
myself in
a shadow.
Oh, the emotional balance! Whether you've dreamed
that
insurance is too late to wake up.
sleep standing with
body exposed to all
forms of life and love,
and you, the only one who now has to
me
I can not touch your face or the lips

as touch his lips and forehead of a passing
. Both
I dreamed about you, so I walked
,
both have spoken, so I slept with your ghost
,
That may not be more than
me become a ghost among the ghosts

And a hundred times more shadow than the
shadow
That
walks and stroll happily the sundial of your life







Last poem I dreamed about you as much as I walked
both you both have spoken Both
I have loved your shadow,
That you and I have nothing left.
I can only be a shadow in the shadows
be a hundred times more shadow than the shadow
be the shadow that returns and return your life
A sunny.

Robert Desnos

* Translation Bruno Cuneo

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An art


The art of losing is not difficult so much

contain the germ of the loss, but loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost
the door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing is not hard.

After losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and the following scale
of your trip. None of this will be a disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look!
disappeared last or next to last of my three loved houses went.
The art of losing is not hard.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And a huge
realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
miss them, but there has been a disaster.

Not even losing you (the loving voice, gesture
I love) I can fool me.
is clear that the art of losing is not very difficult, although
may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

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After oxygen is depleted, a second before we reach

to bring ashtrays glasses,
phone.
When all I could
become necessary and be away

around the bed and there's nothing to do or say.
literals, we chatted about this and the other
and monitors each output
where happiness could have fled.
If it was raining inside this room
water would simply wash
warm stones.

Laura Wittner

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Rapture What would I do without this world


what would I do without this world without

face or questions where being not last but an instant where every instant

is poured into the void into oblivion


have been without this wave where
end body and shadow together are dipped

what would I do without this silence
abyss murmurs gasping frantically for help by

love without this sky that rises
the dust of their weights

what he would do as I did yesterday and today

looking through the crack if I
just as vague and fled
all
what living in a space
marionetesco,
among the voices voiceless
locked me

Samuel Beckett

* Translation Bruno Cuneo

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I sleep your side and make purchases and charge you

bags
and tell you how much I like it you

but still force me to do anything stupid

(...) And I want to play hide and seek

and

give you my clothes and tell you how much I like your shoes and

sit on the edge of the bathtub while bathing

and neck massage make

and give kisses on the feet

and take the hand and go with you to dinner and not

I care that you eat from my plate

and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and write your letters

and carry your boxes

and laugh at your paranoia and give you

discs

never hear and see very good movies and bad movies and complain

radio program and make

photos while you sleep and wake up to prepare coffee and toast and muffins

and take you out for coffee at Florent in the middle of the night

and let me steal cigarettes

and you never have

fire and tell what I saw on TV the other night

and escort to the eye doctor

and do not laugh at your jokes

and wish in the morning but let you sleep a little longer and give you kisses when back

and caress your skin and tell you how much I like your hair

your eyes your lips your neck



your chest

your ass and sit

smoking on the stairs until you return your neighbor

and sit smoking on the stairs until you come back and worry if you fall behind

and amazed when you stand

and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance until

be black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when



forgive me and view photos

and want to meet you always

and feel your voice in my ears

and feel your skin against my skin

and be very afraid when you get mad and put a black eye and one blue and your hair

towards
left
and

eastern face and say you look beautiful

and hug when you're anxious and hold

suffer more when

and wish only to smell you and abuse in



touch and moan when you are on your side and moan when you are on your side

and drool on your chest and wrap



all night and feel cold when I take off the blanket and feel warm when you do not

and melt when you smile and laugh disintegrate when

not understand and wonder why I'm refusing to think when I'm not rejecting

and wondering how you think I would be able to dismiss you

and wonder who you are but accept you as

and tell about the angel of the enchanted forest boy who flew over the ocean because I loved you

and write poems

and wonder why I do not think

and have a feeling so deep that it can not find words

and want to buy a kitten

and jealous of him when I get more attention and keep you

in bed when you have to go

and mourn like a baby
when you finally go and empty the ashtrays


and buy gifts that do not want and take them again

and ask you to marry me and tell me that again, but always

seriously from the first time

and wander around the city thinking that without you is empty

and want everything you want and think I'm losing myself

and know that I'm safe with you and tell

worst of myself and try to give you the best because you deserve

and answer your questions when you prefer not to

and tell the truth when they do not want to try be honest because I know that you prefer

and think it's all over

but hold on there for ten minutes until I throw your life

and forget who I am

and try to approach you because it is beautiful learning to know

and effort worth

and talk bad to worse in German and Hebrew

and make love with you at three in the morning

and somehow connect that love



overwhelming unconditional overwhelming




ubiquitous and everlasting

that enriches the heart and frees the mind

that eternal love and this I feel for you

Sarah Kane

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Some days I believe that all garbage
world
we like him. After leaving the balcony

see children running through the spring
while singing.
do not know their names.
one or the other seems to me.
I mean I went
when I became light

presence of grace or joy. A smile opens

then a summer house.
and hard, hard yet.

Eugene
Andrade

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Some days I'm in darkness


Karl Kraus

There is a light that the wind has gone out.
There is a tavern in the evening a drunken abandon. A vineyard
burned and black.
with holes filled with spiders.
There is a room that have been bleached with milk.
The madman has died.
There is an island in the South Seas
to receive the sun god. Play the drums. Men carry
war dances.
Women
hips sway among vines and flowers of fire, when the sea
sings. Oh our paradise lost.

nymphs have left the forests of gold. They bury
abroad.
Then begins a fiery rain. Son of Pan

arises under the guise of a road worker,
sleeping at noon on the scorching ground.
There are girls on a patio dresses
of wrenching poverty.
There are rooms full of chords and sonatas.
There are shadows in the mirror blind embrace. The windows

heated hospital convalescents.
A white ship sailed up the channel
loaded with bloody epidemics.

foreign Sister
arises again in the bad dreams of someone.

George Trakl

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Go, my songs, to the lonely and dissatisfied.
also go to the distressed, to the complacent,
showing my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as big waves of cold water,
to show my contempt for their oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
speak out against the tyranny of the unimaginative.
Speak against the bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of boredom,
woman go to the suburbs. Go to
unhappily married,
go to all those who cover up their failure,
be marred couples, the wife
be sold,
go to the woman entailed. Go
lust sufferers,
go to all those dissatisfied in their delicate desires,
go as a plague upon the world drowsiness;
who draw the blade against all this,
strengthen the subtle strings,
bearing trust until the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
them go amicably
sincere words.
who yearn to find new evils and a new well,
that are against all forms of oppression. Go
of those whose maturity has shut down,
those who have lost interest. What will the adolescent
drowned by the family-
Oh, how terrible is
see three generations together under one roof!
is like an old tree with shoots and branches that putrid
fall.
come out and challenge conventions, plant
rebelling against slavery in the blood.
That goes against all forms of depreciation.

Ezra Pound

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Mandate of memory Basement


I live is pure nonsense
And I'm saddened by the tortured memory.
not I frequent guest in his lair
And there I am upset.
When the lantern descended to the basement,
I think again a dull rumble in the collapse
steep narrow staircase. Hume
bluff.
not get back I know I'm where the enemy is.
and ask for leniency ... but now there
Everything is dark and quiet. My party is over! Thirty year
accompanied the lady,
Thirty that old rascal died ...
I arrived late. What bad luck!
I can not show off anywhere, but grazed
wall paintings
and I love the fireplace. How wonderful!
Through the mold, the black ash and gray emerald glow
Two
And the cat meows. Come home, baby!

But where is my home and where my sanity? Anna Akhmatova

version Jorge Bustamante García

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Infinite


always loved me was this lonely hill,
and this fence, which prevents my eyes

see beyond the last horizon.
But sitting and watching the endless
spaces in the distance, the superhuman
profound silence and stillness,
in thinking I hide, and thus, little
my heart was not frightened. And as the wind, I hear whispering
between these plants, I'll
comparing the infinite silence

with my voice, and I press the eternal,

and slack seasons, and this
alive, and the sound of them. Thus, through

of this immensity my thought drowns:
is sweet and sank in the Mediterranean.

Giacomo Leopardi

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January 23 is one of the most interesting places in Caracas. Let us pass over the serious problems of the lower class of society, flag problems that are both ruling and opposition, let's see over the rains, below ranches, let's see this community from afar and watch it from as close as possible, from the people.

I like it or not, this area has more political significance than many states; do not believe me? When he began the roll of light (I apologize for trivializing one of the most serious problems the country), the rationing plan was laid on 23 January as one of the areas that would be as affected as others, but the 5 minutes before 10 pm the day the plan began rationing energy, President Hugo Chavez was so excited telling the Caracas-Magallanes game that day in the No. 1 program on television humorous (sorry Chespirito) ! The Hojilla of eight!.

said very informal rationing was suspended in the area of \u200b\u200bthe Parish JANUARY 23, thus simple. This took the dismissal of a minister and a complete replacement of the logistics of the plan that covered the entire country. No wonder then that in one of those occasions when he walked calmly to my house one of these days coming from the university has witnessed what happened that afternoon.

like every day I got in the water-station Metro Health is a few blocks from the block where I lived these last months, when he went to take the bus to the house I found that the road was closed and no I could explain why, did not pay much attention to it and seeing that this was one of those strange evenings where the sun was shining decided to go walk to my home.

When walking I began to realize that something strange was happening, national guards on motorcycles traveled the length and width of the road, and military trucks parked around the stranger, military honor guard (I learned to read vests) were posted on the terraces of some ranches that were in the main avenue of La Canada, specifically in front of a church that operates homeless shelter, as I approached the church, as I have to necessarily pass through to continue my way I saw a particular scene, two older women carajitos screaming like a Jonas Brothers concert (or Servando y Florentino for the natives), a handkerchief held aloft and kissed him saying all the time - is blessed! this blessed!, and one shouted: see? I wiped his sweat! puzzled, I kept walking until suddenly a bearded types of TV cameras and Argentine accent drove me to the center of the group.

really confess, at that time I was scared, and it was not just the atmosphere Pop-religious fanaticism, but to see my note about the people or was dressed in pajamas (at 4 in the late) or walked disguised military and all were watching me from top to bottom, I do not know if my university or my pint of flannel chest saying bullshit.

I also hear people praying, thanking the Lord for being there and seeing ice cream and treats children ask their parents as in the circus, at the entrance of the Hostel more soldiers and civilians dressed in red circle formed a kind of protector and in that moment as if it were a bomb squad sent to put an ice cream (yes, an ice cream with cart and all) into the shelter, wait a few minutes and suddenly preceded by a lot of military appears the Creator of the uproar, the very President of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, Lieutenant Colonel Hugo R. Chávez. (More than anything!)

not understand the pod, as I approached, I realize that the guy is my size (1.67) but everyone seems to bend in his presence.

But it is undeniable, you love it or hate it, no matter, the guy is a Rock Star, is that people approach it, touch it, kiss the men and women without distinction of any kind, and you get from folders even gifts of various kinds. In all these bearded types drive me while staying in front of man and without hesitation the first thing that comes to mind is conditioned by the crowd that was handed him things like, give me also something to sign. I check my bag and serve only for that position are two things: one is the book I'm reading, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain and the other is my analysis of 17 pages on the book by George Orwell, 1984.

immediately think two things, Mark Twain and Hugo Chavez does not have much in common (perhaps in childhood seemed always tells the little Tom) but just do not want to damage the book is not mine, and then to Chavez better if sticks more to Orwell from a certain point of view (who tells me otherwise please read the book.) Sack total work (which get 18 XD) and extend it, the man without his signature stamp set, greets me and continues its path as if nothing had happened, suddenly I'm staying on the site and me recalled a similar scene I saw in a movie, I mean: in The Last Crusade, George Lucas, Indiana Jones witnesses the burning of books by the Nazis in Berlin disguised as a German officer, then unwittingly stumbles Adolf Hitler himself, Indiana is cold, (as anyone who has seen the Führer in person) and inadvertently load the diary of his father, a book in their hands right in front of Hitler's nose, this, looking not eat German shepherd snatches the book and autograph it paste it in the chest continued on, leaving the hero archeologist releasing a sigh of relief, as the audience.

Not for nothing, but I at that time, when I realized my feat, but to be willing to search for the Holy Grail, had wanted to drink a Kurdish and run out of there, not without thinking as my dear friend Dorvax: "these are the moments when you say I have no damn camera! "

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If you have not heard before Maniac Mansion or Monkey Island, and think of something related to Munsters or the Monkey Island (Alejo and Valentina) respectively .... Should flee immediately because your pc will self-destruct in 5 seconds attempt geek! ^. ..... ^

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For those who stayed, here is a summary of the life of Ron Gilbert:

- creator of Maniac Mansion (1987, were born almost together: sniff:) and great SCUMM *.
- Creator of The Secret of Monkey Island I and II (1990 and 1991, my four years old: sniff:: sniff:).
- DeathSpank Maker (2010, revived 20 years later, like Jesus but better:-B).

For me, the former is the same as that curriculum "I co-founded google" .

Well, for those kids who waited just 12 years to see the sequel to Starcraft (1998 - 2010), we (I) had to wait 19 years to see in action the strange genius Ron Gilbert and twisting in action again. It is true that Gilbert collaborated on Tales of Monkey Island, but anyone shower (ahem) in the pioneers of graphic adventure games, will feel sympathy with DeathSpank and slightly less than that with the aforementioned cast bad stories, though they do help to remind the Guybrush Threepwood old friend.

On the subject of the post. DeathSpank. What are they? Oseaaaaaaaa is a PC game, like all previous -.-. This is a superhero ... y. .. I think that's all.

Well, first of all, finish the second part in two days, by mistake the toys in the proper order, but according to what I've read, does not affect: D. The first installment of the game Orphans of Justice is, and it's over, Thongs of Virtue.

Instead of casting the whole story, tell interesting characteristics, that is, to the point:
- is an RPG (like Diablo).
- You can buy different types of armor, weapons, levels and scales as WoW ("Leveling").
- combo attacks are made, and when the meter is full of justice, the more damage the opponent attacks (like Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat: D).
- There are extensive and funny dialogues between characters (like those of Monkey Island).
- Clear references to Day of the Tentacle and Monkey Island throughout the game (the classic cameos by Gilbert).
- Ability to play cooperatively keyboard, joystick with your younger brother, as in the NES games (: sniff:).

Finally, the story to "play", the second installment, is to meet the thongs (yes, like those of women) of virtue, which are scattered over the world, and have been taken by corrupt people , including the owner of a large food company, a nun, and Santa Claus, the perfect game for Christmas. Even the same star using a purple. Please download

around here, thanks to RlsLog:
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And for all the old fans, a gift image, also hoped that tickled me sometime!

Well, I'm going because:
"I've beaten the Sword Master ™ '
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1. Maniac Mansion Zak McKracken
3. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
4. The Secret of Monkey Island
6. Loom Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge
7. Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis
8. Day of the Tentacle
9. Sam & Max Hit the Road
10. Full Throttle The Dig
12. The Curse of Monkey Island

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Those who have a fairly hefty card perhaps, believe that the title of this post is a tribute to the great Kiko Mendive (really owe you a post) but this time it is not. Although I do not doubt for a second that if he were alive and working as a comedian and had made a mockery of the current situation in the country.

today after a short break I have been reading various reports that affect the region (ranging from Patagonia to Greenland from Easter Island to the Canary Islands) and particularly affecting our country ... No man is not Wikileaks, but this issue is in vogue, and rather it has destabilized the world (by the way because the president has not come to support him after the last statement) This time I speak of the Cancun summit, or rather the events that did more than necessary summit.

effects of climate change, natural disasters, savage capitalism and many more little things that really make me think where it will stop this world if no one for balls?? Nobody

for balls to the events and if all the world countries like ours react to emergencies resulting from disasters think the next great extinction is human. So to not dwell much and to see if they think I will let you build this post, but not before letting reading material and reflection.

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