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the night, like any friend,
can tell your secrets, or remind
yours,
Remember that the soul is eternal,
that lump in my throat will not go away, the coffee
am writing dramas ,
that the fragility of life fits in a handful of ashes in your hand.

All wrapped in the dim light the rest of your room,
there when you,
remember ... life under a drizzle in the cheeks.

can tell your secrets, or remind your family ..

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Nothing tati ...

gave you your jam, and your bottle ....

kissed you on the hand ...

and you're in your room, resting for ever ....


I love you and I will miss her very much, some day you can sleep with you as when a child in heaven. Alicia


"tati" A.

May 10, 1913 - September 21, 2008



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always need some time alone, but I never need you when you cry. The days feel like years when I'm alone. When you walk away I count the steps you take See how much I need you now? When not these, the pieces of my heart miss you when you're not, the face that met also missing. When you're not all the words you always need to listen to through the day, I was also missing.

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The end of childhood

It's night and I should have used the sleep and dream I had as a people, but something woke me up, and while listening to an album of Explosions in the sky that takes me years ago, I wanted to describe a typical day in my childhood, and here it is:





8 am on a Saturday, I used to get up early because it was the weekend and wanted to make the most, and what better way to start the day with a little of "karate"?, lit my Famicom, and while having breakfast with my coffee vanilla sorbet brownish-i 'm Not whorth it! - beat me to duel with these dolls blue hull variety of ways, but really enjoyed most was to run for hours to them and I kick balls, used to shout as he ran "... adjcnajc holaaaa friend!" That much fun my brother John for hours.



Then, if we were not going that day at my grandparents house for nesting goodies and see "the box" - with the help of my beautiful array of action figures, I enlist in my role as director attempted to build an entire martial arts epic work, drama and soft hentai sex, where a pencil sharpener with reservoir may represent a sumo wrestler, a fighter scissors tae kwon do-si and a shoe, a shoe-fighter would play gigantestco. In this imaginary super production, which used professional cameramen my eyes, making pan, chopped shots, accompanied by an entire musical work worthy of Hollywood ejetucada by the Philharmonic ... my vocal cords.




Falling afternoon could go down to bike or play with my brother and 3 or 4 friends that we had in the building that Palo Verde Street where he lived. My mother, back from a trip to Spain, had given us some power rangers of the first generation, when that series or spent in the country used to boast about it with neighbors, until they started airing the show in Venevision and we realized, with an incredible emotional shock, that our action figures were those of Kimberly and Trini, the two girls in the series.

At the end of the day, played just over Nes, met my daily quota of fraternal quarrel with John, invented a song, I pushed my pajama top, and I slept with my Tati-my beautiful blind grandmother who raised me, "he Paw sat and slept, dreaming of Karate and pretty girls from school, or I could eat the straws in the next morning.

And all went from the cold night sounds invaded Caracas car, shooting and grinders.




*** title of a song of coffee, very good, as all.