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Goodbye ... Obsessive

Saying goodbye is not easy, nor look back and see the road traveled words, stories night, soaked in alcohol, worn lipstick kisses and broken dreams that emerged as we walk the night, revealing flashes Light souls ... Say goodbye

breath, with pain in his hands because there will not sprout more petting and meetings, the landscape drawn in code and some famous phrases that appeared in the unconscious slip when uncertain road takes you ...

We said goodbye to the overwhelming silence, the madness of women, those who filled our days adventures female hardwood forgotten and embarrassing for the memories ...

last salute to love, to those who with their unique stories of love, gave us letter, inspiration , envious dreams and hopes that nothing is lost, because we are saved caresses, the eyes help us to swim against the current, potential and two chimeras are always multiply into infinity ...

How many times have I said I hate dismissed and that feeling of dying a little unpleasant when we fail to see us or speak, but the constant cycle of life show us that his gait is smooth between the lost nights and mornings persecuted for night owls ...

unveiled

Among these stories, insomnia, late, quiet, close ties, we recognized, allowed to read the soul, and wept before the unfortunate pain of finding a bit of life itself ...

Among the letters, men and women, street, sleepy, elusive, recurring, lovers had their chance to be the dark and dim, paradoxically came to light, and were born and died in every story, in the following recognized truths and lies, in the corners and behind the bars of the gardens, secrets and places that never came ...

Saying goodbye is not easy I repeat once more, cut costs bond that unites us, the feeling seems to rise up and cry not come to birth, we sadly slips through the cracks of the soul, the certainty and doubt everything returns to its place, we never expected, but the corresponding ...

But parting is grateful for the experiences combined, for free speech and the wind, by dreams that find their way, captured by the sensitivity, with laughter as rain and because the other side there was one or many, or few, but there were eyes and soul and sensitivity to meet the woman of the stories because they all discovered that there was something that was specific characters or friend ...

The word had its space and the curvature of the term found its way, the path to move life, to portray the climate, everyday situations in the light of the poetry was another force ...

The last hug, between feelings and writing, I give all of you, who were there, to those friends and strangers, to the brave men who knew how to tell their lives as delivering the greatest treasure to so many know of them ... Thanks to you

, friends of the soul, which left me the portrait, the secretly asked to appear between these lines and that made history and it was worth telling ...

Will we find between new words, I will always remain Urbana, the stories of the night, here in the web of Prop we find every week, linking our feelings ...

Last Urbana Published in Supplement Journal Faces and Traces of Prop 23 August 2009

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

Pain In My Throat Transferred To Earache

Sincerely certain human beings are not just annoyed with their attitudes, but it is unbearable to live with them, I speak specifically of obsession, and those people who made them a perfect place to its right. Holds up to an obsessive

basically means adapting to it, never gives the formula contrary, therefore, or live under authoritarian orders of their command or die in the attempt to obviate the formula that it ends up pulling off a balcony because it is very aggressive.

The Royal English Academy says that the obsession is a "p erturbación" (the quotes are my own) soul produced by a fixed idea and clearly that has all sorts of obsessive thoughts that persistently assail his mind and go crazy to which accompany them.

is common to hear comments such as "I'm obsessive cleaning", a phrase that may sound normal, if not every day that you perform a thorough disinfection of the home, cleaned up the houses of cockroaches, washed once a week all linen summer and winter so it does not hold odor in the closet and have all brands of cleaning products known and unknown, is the big supermarkets could be provided for cleaning the pantry has this obsessive who boasts that his home shine television advertising.

Even the children are singing to the cleaning, their foreheads seem to glow in her hair, one can reflect and knees or at least never have wear, not to mention a bit of dirt own games.

The earth feels disinherited of the house of the obsessive, has abandoned its attempts to hold a piece of furniture, the wind blows from the side, never enters the house, because he knows he expected the "obsessed" with a vacuum to lock him forever. Husbands do not know what they're always stepping on the floor with rugs under their feet, they are unable to sweat because she is there by putting deodorant, face the world, or even try to dirty thoughts it is certain that she discover them.

In this world of obsessions are those that all his life doing exactly the same, because it seems that it gives them security and must find a special charm to repeat the same behaviors in a standard fashion, or travel to the resorts themselves, their answer is that they were happy children, the issue is that they have repeated for 40 years, is going to the same inn life and ask the family room, which will complain if you have made any changes.

are always eating the same foods, their variations are mashed chicken fried steak, the steak with fries and noodles, as a religion, Sundays, includes a barbecue from time to time made by the usual barbecue and go to take a coffee the bar which is no longer attending almost anyone, because that test new space is not in his dictionary of life.

The check is obsessive about ten times that your house is in order before you leave, do not support open closets, arrange your clothes according to color like a clothing business side and seeking to revise the gas is closed, that the taps do not drip and that the dog has not moved out of place.

she closes her house also makes a mental check that it has met all predetermined guidelines to have the satisfaction of enjoying the world they face, of course done before a couple of sentences for no obsessive crosses their path, lest they have to withstand outside shocks.

Posted August 16, 2009

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra

White Strands In Urine

Angeles


There are angels that appear in the corners, no wings, no white robes, with their simple eyes faded jeans and friends, those who help us without asking anything to save the day with a coin or a simple smile ...

The angels of heaven do not go through the air, or fly over our heads, walk with us, hear our cry for help at the very time when we need them, are those who take the time to say good morning and we take your hand when we are about to fall, those who without knowing wink and we even dare to ask how we are ...

earth angels get their hands dirty, they always do magic to make one more point in the table are the ones who have anything give us all, knowing that our name they dare to call a friend, who always have a tissue handy to dry our tears, without asking what caused the pain.

These earthly angels are those who walk like crazy falling in love with life, bringing together people, finding it stories, a mixture of cupids and matchmaking are givers and teaching opportunities to see the sunrise is closer than we think ...

These are the unexpected things that we care, even unknowingly, those who stand behind our steps waiting to get home, who warn us the good news and displayed without the call at the right times and necessary ...

Angels have not crowned, nor harps, guitars walk with their backs to provide the dreamers serenaded girlfriends, they put music to barbecue with friends and recite poems at night to arrive at the windows of poetry thirsty. Angels are

these rebels that we fight for just causes, those who put the chest and not afraid to shock, without doing violence which are more powerful than a thousand guns together, facing forward which put peace in what is believed

enemy ... Angels are around us are among us, only we must sharpen our ability to look at them, are no different to us, are unique, the flesh, laugh heartily and showed all his teeth, crying to the divine injustice and fight against all fires that cross their steps.

are no heroes, no great men, they are not like any picture that we saw are angels just shake you to cross the street, which return money from a forgetful, that give lucky numbers, that thanks when least expected, they call you by name, are those who do not forget birthdays and special dates to always have the detail that surprises you ...

angels of life, natural, everyday, do not have to distinguish spots or stains, or different colored eyes, exactly the same to us, but with the making of simple magic, how to run a breakfast to bed, to kiss with noise, giving a flower stolen from a garden at night or play hopscotch in the middle of this cruel winter and take us to heaven to take a little walk ...

These are the angels, those crazy cute notable for their spontaneity sewers, flying from the balconies and take away our feelings of happiness that makes us so ...

Angels are powerful, luminous, magical and divine, earthly humanly incredible, we know we should never ask how much because its limits are unexpected, but certainty is that they are always there at the right time and indicated, without question, a love that heals us, to forgive us salvation, life resurrects us when we think we are dead ...

angels from heaven on purpose to meet again with the side good things ...

To you that you are always there, on the other side ...

Published August 6

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Author: Laura A. Pereyra