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paintings This cake can also be tasted and consider a starter, not just dessert of the day.
is often said that you eat with your eyes ... and the way you look beyond appearances and conventions, I can feed my appetite for beauty and feed the Rebirth of the New Woman that I ...

referred Silence ... ...

CEL

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ANDREA AUTOSEMBLANZA ARCO WHITE

born in a place whose name ... I'll shut up, English at heart, I am self taught since I have reason ... (Which by the way ... do not know if I have reached yet).

My passion is painting expressions and experiences of life!

to portray and soul as I can not only feel, but also denounce what is reportable. A legitimate way to make public the "other side of life." But optimistic and passionate in the world and all the gifts we offer, my paintings are "sentimietos and stories about each picture." All my life I am and I'll be making love with the shapes and colors. And believe me, every day I learn a little more ... each one of @ @ s vosotr . Appreciate your opinions and reviews ... is very important to me ... is a beautiful way of feedback and learn each day.

Thanks for stopping by my gallery.

You are very kind ...

! A hug!

Andrea Blanco Arco

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These novel and unusual Silver Threads, not tied together.

CEL

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ADELAIDE Artigas YOUR BOOK "light as a feather"

BIOGRAPHY

Adelaide Artigas, born in Valencia 1966.

Adelaide is one of those rare exceedances, a child marked
to be found wanting, just was
to school and learned to write in 27 years.
guitar at the force, he learned, however, free and light as a feather
, to become a wise woman with
to transmit knowledge and ability to do so. Search within these cultures
and plays with his hands a fund of ancient wisdom
you can choose-and choose with great success-
recipes that came with it in the East and West, North and South of Heaven and
Earth. Recipes that were transmitted by humans
, who knows if angels
the same generosity with which she writes to us. Ricardo Garcia

Nieto.

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SYNOPSIS Light as feathers, is a book of recipes and stories: The stories are
a tour in time, back to the post-civil war and reach
century.
The author relates the facts as they are told each of his
characters, or their relatives in the case of the dead, no
name has been changed. Here is blended seriousness, humor and irony
.
The recipes, which are compilations that run from east to
West, they can find elixir for
libido, Thai balm, natural air fresheners, oils
healing, superstitions, masks, Egyptian and Turkish
rituals, culinary treats such as soup of Ramadan ...
book is a quick read, a practical book, and at the same time,
full of details and hints that will make the reader think.

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SEPTEMBER ONCE. Cristina Peri Rossi

A CFM to exist and prove that love is stronger than hate

On 11 September two thousand and one
while the Twin Towers fell,
I was making love.
The eleventh of September two thousand and one
at three in the afternoon, when Spain,
a plane crashed in New York,
and I enjoyed making love. The doomsayers talking
the end of a civilization
but I did love.
The predicted apocalyptic holy war, but I fornicate

to death, if we must die, let it be exalted.
The eleventh of September two thousand and one
a second plane crashed on New York
at the right time when I fell on you like a body
launched from space
I fell on your ass
swimming in your juices
landing in your gut and viscera
whatsoever.
And as another plane flying over Washington

sinister purposes I made love
land-forty pm, when Spain-
devoured your breasts your pubis your flanks
houri life has given me
without killing anyone. We loved each other passionately tender

in Eden of bed
-territory without flags, without borders, without limits
, geography of dreams,
stolen everyday island, maps
patriarchy and inheritance rights, without listening

radio or the television without hearing

neighbors listening to our woes only
but had forgotten to turn off the phone
that Appendix brace.

rang someone told me New York has begun falling

holy war and I, your drooling
internal juices not made the slightest attention, I disconnected the phone

thousands dead, I could hear,
but I was very much alive, very alive
fornicating.
"What happened?" Ask
the breasts hanging like swollen udder.
"I think New York is sinking," I muttered,
eating up your right lobe.
"It's a pity," answered

sucked while I sucked my lower lip. And

lit the TV or radio the other day,
so we have nothing to tell our descendants

when they ask us why we were

by the September 11, two thousand one,
when the Twin Towers collapsed on New York.

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Extremely rare, desperate
complicity of the papers.
say orange is very nice, but the ink
it hurts.
fate much we need.
I do not know how people dare.


I forget to live but I learned how to die:

stabbing a pen into a love of outdoors, or slipping down memory
,
unmitigated, infinitely.

And I wonder why. No appearance
answer.
Ultimately I would
out to foam with laurels and change

posterity by a speck, on a comb.

ago
time I have wanted to tell many people:
callus certainly know that I die
and obedient,
and I have no idea
and I despair for ever.


much more comfortable would imagine among fish, like the dew

conceal any crime transparent

work with flawless stones or phone, or wait.


long I can last in a job so urgent,
so fragile, no escape, digging

what happens in submerged areas where all
is to repent, but can not.

The truth is that I witness
solemn holiday,

that I have a collection of musical interests, rivers and apples
that I am authorized by
and blue color.

think that we will never know what happens inside
nuts.
not ask me.
madly with your permission I will
dying a little bit
with words. Until you take me.

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MORNING RITUAL OF AUGUST MONTH LEFT FLOW

The rite begins
morning before sunrise:
open my eyes and breathe deeply.

repeat mentally:
all right, I'm okay, I deserve to be

I can beat it ... and better ... thank

a new day begins

with its lights and shadows.

I sit or at least I try, my hinges creak
although
and gravity and inertia

compel me to lie down again.

First visit to the toilet, water
delicious

caressing,
wakes me at all,
soap gives me a hand mirror me back

a new face,
flow with relief and without honor my needs

urinary and bowel functions
I do not know where
to the toilet wins.

comes a time of ritual

first coffee sweetened with honey,
taste the toast and some fruit
.

My senses are being cleared, my body
alert, attentive

my mind tells me the next step.

I let my wrist watch and embrace

times check my homework. I place

a pair of earrings in the lobes of my ears and adjust
around my neck collar that Celtic


you gave me and compels me to continue vital
spiral started ...
despite the obstacle,
with or without my acquiescence.

My consciousness fueled
breaks the pain clears
grime,
ignores the phone off the ill

puts an end to anger and fear
the corner.

is vacation time and calmly decide

peek at
suffered bustle outside. I

preparing clothes for the day: playing dress today
brief
and blue ...
pulverize

stimulants
perfumes on my flesh,
fragment
tiresome duties
and move on
although I splash

lower energies seeking

phagocytosed ... I have always in my storehouse
antidotes dissipative
condensing
suffering with some mitigating
that
incentive to follow me with joy and balance, without apprehension or fear

to the height or the slope,
being the loyal and faithful Love Friendship
prone.

The morning ritual

months this August will also end. Enjoy what you still
HAY. Rate
what still IS.