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El Patio Encantado (fifth edition)

V

"A cock fulmineo broke the air sideways,

stunned on the ground crossed a mortal dread

and the whole firmament collapsed in a flash,

like a huge iron roof and glass "

(Leopoldo Lugones:" Psalm Rain ")

The cautionary hood speeding the fall of twilight scenes did not change in principle to my commitment to equations philosophy that inspired the yard cornered against South America.

Until an unexpected soft and calm breeze shook the troubled vegetable flakes quickly against Enamorada penitents of the Wall. Only then I noticed the lack of chirping and pious.

The migration of birds became apparent, its failure to fill the silence so that a cry would have been less alarming than the rarefied stillness.

The hurricane blow not to break the pitchers took a crushing skies and shady; around the yard seemed to rebel lighting of blue flashing while unstable plants love disarmed as if by magic. Wall Enamorada only clung to his unusual strength elemental stone, as camphor revived for the third time, making its way from the bowels of the earth.

Something was not right.

however remained stubbornly searching the blackened sky amid a maelstrom of excessive wind and sand.

There was no time for repentance.

fulminant wound lightning broke in half the noise of silence no longer reality. The cup that rested in my hands was hit and sank in a sea of \u200b\u200bsand on which plunged the once-essential-glasses of the past exhausted.

I searched desperately a way out. I could smell it, my heels. "Calm down, come on, you're home," she repeated, mockingly, the stone wall openings moving at will in my footsteps breathed the threshold of a possible escape. "It seems a Ta - te-ti Russian" I shocked, while the middle seam opening night sky beneath my feet and slipped patio, irremediable, above my head.

Wind completed the task as a colossus precisely pinpoint accuracy: just a thought and I stayed.

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Sometimes the Hamsin

reveals ancient buildings

who remained immersed in her womb.

(Mercedes Vigil: "When blows Hamsin)

(Sixty years ago ...)

The house works full bore.

Amado's family strives to expand its space with enthusiasm and without pause. The mother, children and other children were shown at last! brothers in filial affection, absent from discussions of means and not half of families and average families, "the mother of my brother who is the wife of my father," and all those issues. It seemed that love, or harmony-he had imposed on the differences and resentments useless, as is often the ill will between brothers and mass media: they are all innocent of any innocent flesh.

However, sometimes they hurt without pity and without support, except for reasons for which none were able to assert their will.

Anyway, the house was completed and was inaugurated with great pomp and many blessings. Everyone was jubilant, it seemed that the ascetic beauty of their lines imposed over the bad intentions.

That there were none.

Except, perhaps, the intention of Lisio. That's half brother all but certain, no one knew where-or what-came uterus. Just had always been there. Only

Angela wondered who was disabled in reality where it came from, whose womb had stayed, what was their game in that group but always difficult family disagreements was over because of the love that governed it, preventing lasting enmities.

At least they understand it. And acted accordingly. In such a supply found that night, thickening the sweet to accompany strawberries with mint and chocolate ice cream. Lisio

watched intently, a look sensual and daring, carefree and smiling.

Lisio's smile. Oh, that smile! Angela hated as he hated the face of Lisio. Guess the meanness and deception that inspired the curvature of the lips, devilish at the same time, wanted in an almost impossible to neutralize.

Until that night, Bruges. That

October 31 capture just dawned on tender of the first spray, in which Angela as a fairy warm, reigned among fruits and jams, and candy-scented night flight. Lisio was presented at the kitchen, took hold of her waist and put in your mouth chocolate mint in a deep kiss, sweet and pleasant, voracious in return, like the waves retire to resume with greater vigor beach, so slow, intense and wildly that resistance it was hardly a face that was lost in the waves of the attack.

Although scholars of soul records then kept in a mystery whose key was thrown into the ether. There ... In the sacred boundary where time and space are not counted.

Then came the winter with snow pads. The sun went down for six long months, the stars were crying and strawberries minty frost exhausted Angela's lap.

Angela pregnant canceled dreams smiled and wept, until the reason lost in an abyss called Lisio, whose existence all the time, came to doubt, one way or another.

was alone.

Or not. She and the Abyss were partners.

Meanwhile, voluptuous and radical, the belly was imposed over the sad state of the soul.

An Aug. ice gave birth to a girl of rare beauty and unique energy. Augusta called and offered her breast a few months and then abandoned to the timelessness generously offers madness.

(To be continued ..)

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El Patio Encantado (third edition)

III

"The great movement of sand dunes covers everything

swallowed whole caravans,

cities and towns

under the absolute power

of sand sheets. "

(Mercedes Vigil: "When blows Hamsin)

A year ago ...

"Here are the keys. I get to be so happy as I have been living in this house, I wanted to Vitoria, the woman who just sell the property, hugging.

- Thank you, thank you very much! "I was thrilled. Any recommendations what to do? You know, old houses are nice but they have their tricks ...

"No, child, this is your morning, which is very different," he corrected the woman.

I do not understand ... I stammered, somewhat apichonada.

"Look girl, do not worry. Nothing else when storms to unleash strong winds and electrical activity, get inside, do not miss out. Air currents tend to multiply in the garden and seem more violent storms and powerful than they are actually informed me the former owner.

"Oh, ya! Ja, ja! Well, the fact is that I like thunderstorms, so I sit back and wait in the courtyard. Do not forget that I come from a very small apartment. I have immense thirst, I suddenly exalted.

woman's face in a gesture became worried:

"But not in this court. Do not.

"Well, again I do not understand," I said with some annoyance. Hurry to be alone with my new acquisition.

"At last, no more than a yard in a house like so many," I said impatiently.

- This is the error!

-What error, Vitoria?

really seemed like a crazy conversation.

"The one who committed the other," muttered the woman, sorry. Therefore, that fell on his face hundreds of years.

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"And now tell the sea,

bitter grief , iodine and salt "

(Rubén Darío:" In the album of Rachel Catalá)

A subtle change in time and space disoriented me. I was so young! down to the sea. The day was an extraordinary beauty, almost suspicious.

The stone steps led me alive, and they had seduced my steps with impunity.

Suddenly I was twelve years. He wore a white camisole, fresh and fragrant. The surrounding world was devoid of any hostility .... The bitterness and disappointment, guilt and resentment, the big mouth disappeared from the horizon opposite to the storm.

meekly went down ten steps to link me to that beach, as the days to come between us and death. And I stepped on the sand.

few small crabs, sand, aquamarine eyes, they passed me as if such thing, as if my presence integrate the landscape.

I walked to the shore. The sand was a caress, the sky, a blue delirium impossible to dismiss and the sea, a gulf which promised certainty, as absurd as it may seem that promise.

was noon. I wanted to join a flight of seagulls, but I was contemplating the vastness liquid, unable to get out of me.

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The enchanted garden (first delivery)

When Hamsin blows,

red desert storm,

transfomer everything.

(Mercedes Vigil: "When blows Hamsin)

was a strange house. He had not known anything similar. Transmitting distress, while seducing. Perhaps because of the approaching storm and because the air was full of lurking power. A house

hysterical? Please!

However, the house, under a strange set of juggling, was more threatening, even the overcast sky from whose seams could be a reflection indigo children, but not a definitive and powerful fringe.

tried to leave the shock from a window, did not accept that a single storm was boosted with the power of my emotions, and even my immediate future, my past as carefully and as neatly disposed of, in equal shares.

The truth is that a storm was imminent whose voltage was indisputable. Was measured in the reactions of living beings ... All. The least likely, the human. The most successful: the animals. And among its species flying. They disappeared, and suddenly pine ducks, robins, sparrows and parrots are burrowing away in a squad multiforme and bizarre. Hasty. Was happening. Occurred in the uncertain sky of the courtyard. And it seemed like a fact to ignore. I wanted to get out immediately!

The house was misleading because I had no way out of sight. Just ... the offer. A trap?

Maybe. I tried for years

opening to the outside of the walls.

And, with so many exercises to force failed searches, I became familiar with its walls, floors, its ceilings whimsical, capricious. Knew, would not surprise me. It was my mother's womb when I matured, even though someone or something is featured on windy nights.

The Hamsin.

But it was Egypt. No. Just a corner of South America ...

was when a subtle change in time and space disoriented me. I was so young! down to the sea. The day was of extraordinary beauty, almost suspicious.


(To be continued ..)

And, well, go for a while. It is to me ... poured out the story, say, and I had to enlarge the container.

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do not know why I bring this book, I closed my eyes.

hereby release my gaze from the past and return the beach to the blizzard. The book loses its leaves ashen sophistry. Without it and I settle in a corner away from tenderness.

Yet you expect me.

A patio anticipates the meeting. There is a white hammock in which a child sleeps stories inaccessible forests. I awake, I ask for you, says you've gone with me, I should know better.

Abandonment

that answer and I knot in silence. For a moment, wisdom implies bewilderment me cruel but I do not stop, I know the pitfalls of inertia.

Inside the gloom is thick. I walk in the dark and left behind several doors. I come to a room dominated by amplitude. The ceiling displays of eastern woods and exquisite tapestries of blue tones. I admire them stunned, silk is so light that throbs and transmuted into promise.

wins I suddenly lose excruciating pain and equilibrium steps bounds.

You're beside me, hold me, bind my waist gently, smiling fun. I realize I do not, I doubt what I feel.

Meanwhile, it is already noon.

Large windows seduce me and I forget, I leave, I prefer the light. Find you no longer want. Mined by imperceptible cracks in the reign baluster two crystal glasses. I hesitate, waiting for a signal ... that will never arrive. Because it is installed between you and me much earlier.

I go from there driven by ancient anguish and arrived at a beach topography. That irritates me and tremble, then warn the fraud of a stranger's dream I do not participate.

sorry.

Libero sense of confusion and start walking.

The boy who was sleeping forest tales comes back. Also a girl who is confused me at times and, at times, lost innocence and docility. I take his hand. Try to look at mine but I see yours.

And between you and me nudity and crazy imprisons us by dint of exclusions.

A little further away, a man sells colored painted canvas, the rope has stretched on barely visible and do not know why, I think they are but illusions plasma wrong condemned to the solitude of the sand. The man ignored me. Follow my progress. The child comes, but now I regret its presence.

is amazing how events are imposed. Before me lies a set of cathedrals. It is rare ... They are nestled in the rugged beach, messy, which detracts from the river even absent of harmony and sound.

need to get out.

But I'm out with a fine cathedral and infinite light marble steps, as this silk lace, finished off a spectacular atrium. I feel a great frustration: they are many, but many steps leading to the nave, I decline the invitation absurd.

I decide to continue.

A pink beam down to my feet. I raise my eyes are piled up roses. And while I hold in my resignation, I can not take his eyes off the light that comes in the magnificent stone rhodochrosite. Its fine architecture is disturbing. Notice that the child is under the same spell.

I return to my steps and entered.

And for the second time in this remarkable day I am seduced, abducted by the ceilings. These form a series of vaults, dissipating in waves of gold and ivory, are resolved in a purity overwhelming.

I walk with awe and reverence.

crosses in front of the altar and make out a glass. I want to know inside, I turn to avoid it. But my feet hanging over my will. Objection to its small size, seems to contain a dead girl dressed in white. Or maybe it's a grimace. Or I wanted.

Sorry.

consumes me wear outrageous.

absorbed Preceded by the child, wrapped in omens go out of finitude. Hasten the walk, I walk away to the Serenity. I try to forget that I forget, but something stops him.

Giro on my shoulder and I see: a horse harness blue and red velvet, a toy horse hangs from his column bronze, lonely, useless waiting to be mounted. Guess who left his carousel. But the truth is that there is no point, hangs in the air, as if gravity is indifferent.

is in bad taste, I think, that toy horse in the middle of nowhere ... I recall at that moment my father, I can almost touch it. I gave it a distant, blurred and forgotten Sunday in August. Although I can not take souvenirs wherever I go.

is late, someone will leave and the rush now dominates my senses.

I love you.

only have time for a sanctuary. I go with the child and move into the aisle. The silence is overwhelming and just breathe. There is a large white bed in which lies the pain of the world since its inception. Mute and the child cries. It out from there and enter the main hall. An ethereal music envelops us in sweet indulgence frame under the iridescent light that, perfumed with roses, crosses the crystals.

Thanks.

The aroma produces a subtle transmutation into space. I begin to suspect this reality that the only thing tangible is the question.

I lean toward me, looked at me and decided to wake up. The child has gone to sleep. The seller of paintings and the horse will remain in eternal solitude.

The past is just wind. There will be no place for the meeting, I say, convinced me blinded evocative credulity.

Then smile, touch my hand. A slight breeze binds us.

You pick up the book with tenderness, wonder why I took so long to write. Confused mumbled that maybe I wanted to catch the wind.

The book is blue and has not ever read.

In a distant window the wind is blowing up two crystal glasses.

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Ah, how sweet it is November!

With flowers dance nap
closing their rite.

A ceibo behind coral
dreams goodbye.

afternoon lingered with flimsy excuses.

rudder cadence,
with sequins
undresses fingers in the pot sunsets, gentle poet
water
wood elf, not East
.

O yes.


I only wish they were from the East,
the woods!

Meanwhile, the oars
the rhythmic pounding

forms the only music that the island undecided
Aphrodite
serving the heart. Arcos

of strokes,
anagrams of the docks, water
unpublished staves.


The cicadas announce summer sun replicated plumes
in air, in frogs and crickets

exasperated January
violet sky,
of the first star.

Y. .. the rite, the River.

River, violated
by haste and returns, for the day
escape hatch
prayers. Guitar

libertine.

be in the fire
roasted peppers, lemon scent

...

And that jasmine in my mouth.

Towards the end, just as the moon
, capricious

quarter waning or growing

comes to games of hide,
mirrored sky ... Words of Love



And Satin, Silence. Silence
sheared, torn. Strange

fullness of hissing,
of nodules plant senses
of insomniacs. Silence


just browsed by elves water wave

read stories and old waders.

Silence, the arenite
that can touch
not yield their secrets. Or
of bluebells violets
outdated, almost silvery

open ether.

From the moon, work and magic.


That kind of silence that silences the fanfare,
exacerbates the senses, and discover
,
night and floral, caressing
sometimes you ignore

is capable of giving and receiving.

And that jasmine in my mouth ...

Oh, how sweet it is November!

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The night wind sweeps the sunlight.

Darkness imprisoning me and become silent, reduced to inclement
star
frozen.

I've told a thousand and one nights of boredom.
Thousand and one nights of nightmares.

I wonder if the Averno
that opposes the Word

has mounted a deliberate and massive fraud.
If handful of frost will caress
that threw me,
vulnerable to ambushes
of the desert night weaving
forcing their presence. How

unlearn love,
under the intoxication of an excuse to silence

extended arbitrarily in the sand?

Thousand and One Nights of appearances and disappearances

enslave the cliffs of my soul. I feel infinite

plunder of ancient ball games, but not perceive
sacrifice.

I choose to rush in the orphanage
of primordial wisdom:
mistake in pursuing a mirage, oasis once
redeeming fading
angry,
unrecognizable possible
in the last shadows of night.

So I espouses the penitent
a temporary temple. I search their rooms

dragging the weight of a love unheard
claimed: I become a prisoner

breaks that hurt.

notice that the location is fabulous
of heaven and earth are
both origin and destination,
cause and consequence.

And I'm going.

Beset by quicksand
tears chocking me late
and retake the road to oblivion.


My footsteps are soft in the removal of the sand.
In light of her fan tricolor
my eyes are golden;
golds in three classes
dawn my vigils.


world Hostilities are running away,
cast in lust for power, control

impatience and rituals to monitor and punish.
My spirit thanks

change and the richness of simplicity.
He came to me the kingdom expected.
I am the Mother and Father, the perfect synthesis
treasure.
am the Son, Friend and Enemy.

I repeat and grow in them, I break and shoot


pregnant in the hope of tenderness and clarity. Today

snap you find my echo. Be
resisting, sick

ancestral abuse of a prison triangular
where languages \u200b\u200bare not.


I carry the word to revoke his exile.
The reason for giving his sayings;
's what it says,
that work accordingly. Shall I parirla

alone once again.

I am going.

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In the river, Meditations:
silver, stars,
of emeralds, the lilies, ruby \u200b\u200b
, the ceiba trees.

On the island, Recollection:
of orange blossoms, oranges,
of feathers, willow,
of amber eyes.

In the spring, Seduction.
trembling desires,
forgivable sins,
determined actions,
extinct grievances.

De Oriente, the woods.

the front, jasmine
evening. Lust
perfumes,
virginity impossible ...

tenderness.

sugar in the flakes,
children's laughter, surely
dark, the wind brings
,
who knows where.

A sudden shower of blue recreates
transparencies.
Undaunted,
insolent posthumous
nudity.

And behind the scenes twilight intoxicated
Rainbow
soft and fruity,
Love unfolds

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The treasure came into my hands,

with the naturalness of the wave
returning to the sea.




Before, I knew nothing of love. Although it's heartache.


He believed in love at first, second, third, fourth, fifth and subsequent views. All unresolved love, unrepentant, ridiculous and impossible, for lack of essential ingredient: love. Rarity profane, if any.


it happened under my wisdom about heartache and, with support in my ignorance about love, I decided to tempt a Cupid in which, paradoxically, never thought. Thus, because of this senseless change, he was crying in a corner of the world.


And me, I felt an antediluvian beast.


then I retired to write on sheets of water to just under an electric blue rain, not knowing that, in fact, was drawing in the middle of a cosmic storm.


And while it is very awkward to draw on the knowledge that is being written in the singular and blustery mistake was that I was designing or writing, or creating. Or ... calling.


already placed on transparency night governing the cardinal points, above the coil that encircles Ecuador and far from the sea, I found my mirror, almost by accident. Behind heavy curtains and guarded by colossal gates, under a starry canopy of silver angels, I recognized immediately wanted to shine.


That which once was mine.


much, that knew no distinction if he led me to reflection or if I drew first, when writing about the line of light that enables your eyes.


The true is there in the cosmos of time, right at the opening that occurs before the no certainties , there is a place where secular insomnia uninhabited persevered the treasure back to me, as the wave returns to the sea.


And, by the grace of ancient deities, I was unveiled at the unwavering strength of your embrace.

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The lyrics are, by this time, tired
times echoes
canceled.

's late and cold,
steppe
refers to infinity.

The sky lies,
absorbed and haggard,
in the lap of centuries,
betrayals and spills.

Glacial
breaks through the winter.
With Abbe solitude redoubled

nausea and incapable of mercy,

barren,

violent

glass

shady night.

In its last quarter,
agony,
absent light, a
She waits.


atrocities are nurtured.

And so eager
final in his nakedness
alabaster
marries him in silence. Eager
perhaps

of that frost.

Cold,
steppe
refers to infinity.

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I wanted to write and post the letter inside the Jewel Box.

But it happens that I write, because it has refused to reason my heart and feel my understanding. I must admit I rebel this inverse arbitrary strike the senses and reason.

are not even compliant fingers on his tour of the keys. These keys where colorful verses flourished, more or less happy as the recipient and cause, blacks today are steps to the basement forgotten where I keep the junk out of use-but not shot, in case of use "and I find there determined by involuntary impulse of the keys, the black, no lettering.

I'm not sure where to start looking for you. I understand that exploration is a waste. But for this class screening is not worth the churches and the cemetery.

not the pyramids, only some famous Egyptian pharaohs.

But you, of Egypt, nothing. And I, of Egypt, everything. Because I find where they rest, forgotten, your gods everyday.

now sitting, quiet and sensitive, sleepy and affordable for any ungrudgingly touch you in a hurry, the rush is not laughing, and is unjustly haste, while pushing me a scene. And for dinner, the task, making what and the meeting is that this union endorsement to beneficial predatory. So, I'm earning interest that do not interest me, should not, but it turns out not to owe, let me wastage debits and habits, because you are not, as they were, do not get stroked enough, do not take care you need. If I loved you, how sure you are not against the world?

Tonight I await your deities in the dark, although not believe that the thin light. There are gods who have practiced for centuries of resistance, and know, by action and reaction, that tomorrow will be bowling with them on the mountain. For when you return, so the legend, instead of minutes have been years in the middle. You know the time, his reputation for invention required for sorting duties and rights, is well known and clear that their presence has been tested. His absence, however, is obvious. Cruzate the planet below and see clearly. The death of the schedule is not so: never existed, except in the light of the shadows that gives us, compassionate, confiscatory tax boring pigeonhole everything.

If you are still here-and you are, because it hurts, stay and abjure the space is simple utility that operates the narcissism of matter (I should not say "still").

still - oh, yet! - You masquerade uncertain time, a product of collective sophistry, sustained and ancient that we deliver Constantine, along with the helmet and the cross.

If you are, demolish the scam also Hades.

prefer the gardens of Babylon, the madness of Pompeii, the Chamber of Plautus, honey and beer from Homer to have to lean on altars fraud occurred only because you go at noon and because I do not know what kind of triangle is honored by your arrival.

But I abolished the default time and become essential. Returned the initial effect, you have never gone.

Just wonder, then, your absence, because this kind of presence hurts. And you key new excuse, and dark and clouded with tears.

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