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Today, the planet weighs less. Just a few grams.

feel the lightness of air, in the way of heat, in the shadow of silence inhabited and rites that were not. That did not come. Do not be.

And you, over there. Where cranes are hesitant or hummingbirds. Neither the Eagles.

're being measured, weighed and recorded in a book that feeds on loneliness and fatigue. Meanwhile, blind, deaf and dumb, the incense burning in the series of six trials. In the seventh, the pitchers will break internally and be released.

horizon crystals burst into tears so that an angel had to come pick them up. Lest the night astray in the embrace of constellations impossible. Or am drowning by overspray.

And, in the twilight that is, on your skin, evening incorruptible.

Meanwhile, I'm shadow, debate and sorrow. And ground shaking.

patch of sky, sleep, tow girl notebook, closing came laughter and forgetting, that insists on not being ... It's late. Although, if Es .. Bah! Proposals of Ludo.

and mourning.

Mourning ignorant, open the door and I stand in front of the mantel. The table is ready. With that rare and misleading shelter peace that becomes bound to any threat.

reigns, then, on the tablecloth, rest of things accomplished, the serenity of the observed domestic liturgies, the order of the shelves, wine and bread awaiting lurking behind canopy.

crystal glasses.

Ah, the glass ... looks amazingly Nubla. And, although the table is ready, I burn into sores that have not yet built the heart. Drift, gloomy streets of enchantment and give me a thousand tearful arcane games. Then reflect your weight in these two hours, there will be diminished along with the planet.

But I do not obey but to the intensity. And the tablecloth, so well known, as used, crumpled and blessed with champagne, now reigns in a hurry stifling leaves in its wake, burnt hearts.

Because you're not.

Because I never thought I could not be.

And less that I would be, to the detriment of your absence. This, the unspeakable. That hurts right in the center of the chest and the soles of the feet.

not mine. Not yours.

But the angels.

So today, the planet weighs less.

And the rest is not Rosa de Los Vientos.

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wake up the night

in stone

Along the angel.

In black pearls,

collar.

In unprecedented opening

the sky is torn

of bloody gashes.

As my fingers

before the Sacred Fire.

The patio freaks:

A wind corrupt

eject locks

and cancels sanity.

De cancel ignored

three icy moons

forged keys.

The patio crazy.

Maybe it's pit

cell and gap

(and mirror and prism)

sealed to the light.

angry,

one door closes

and another opens.

stealth and exile,

paying fan.

She gets scared.

The stalk

gray contours

featureless face.

From the Shadows:

accusation.

stiff folds

stifle humours

false dampers,

howled anathema.

Behind the curtains:

accusation.

Hordes of convicted

pile and bid

at the gates of Hades.

A deciduous Hades,

crushed by centuries

of spectral struggles.

She cries.

Then I understand

I should not wait.

I prepare.

An evil wind

slash my cheeks

unintentionally

guide my steps.

grind blinds

and some moves.

Somebody ambushes

in ashen walls.

Something falls and relocates.

Someone active and looks,

calculated and poised.

Honor

weaknesses.

Sharpen tears

erodes laughter.

breathe.

Breathe ...

is there, alert,

tear medium

in the angle up.

Ready for boarding

the wounds thirsty

by loneliness of roses,

for the crown of thorns.

not rush moves

or duty.

Neither the Celestial Kingdom.

not the underworld.

wanders alone,

Sinister.

Ruin, abstruse.

Wicked.

A scum flayed

for their own actions

escort him irascible.

As there is no more brutal weight

the baggage of Shame.

enraged Shadows

to disappear just

to restrict its ties to the fatal
She'ol claim.

deception is replicated

and the house screaming,

tired of stab wounds.

We do not talk.

not looked at.

We have separated

inconceivable revelations.

Undaunted,

from a funeral cot

the furtive group

reorganizes in the Cold,

intrusive and fatal

hungry and angry.

once again I face

to Insoluble.

I go by the Sacred Fire.

For the litanies and

Exorcism of Roses.

In the sacred hours

of the Roses.

She is asleep.

removes her collar

black pearl

and incinerate.

This time there

cuts bleeding

in my fingers.

the night away.

I squat

in stone.

Along the angel.

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That accusation tonight Divine blessings be poured liberally over all households and especially on the downtrodden, the afflicted and suffering, to find solace and release is the desire of this blog. Defeat

"God bless you and keep you God make his face shine upon you, and you see with good eyes. God returns to his face toward you and give you peace! " (Num 6.24.)

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I believe in the "contemplation" as a modus vivendi. Trying to contemplate God throughout the day, see it in the little things, which you could ignore and in some large as well. But God's ways are not very attractive to say, " if God will use something like the lights of the motel or the plains, but a God like to find out ..." say sometimes. Because to be honest: it is easier to find the devil in the midst of contemplación que al mismo Dios! ¿Qué caray podemos hacer? ¿Cómo mantenernos constantemente conectado en medio de las imágenes negativas de las que estamos rodeados?

Creo que uno de los errores que cometemos es pasar un tiempo con Dios en la mañana (el que sea), y luego darle un besito e irnos al trabajo (o al colegio, la uni, lo que sea que hagas en el día). Eso nos da un sentido de que dejamos a Dios en la casa y nos juntamos con El luego. ¿Qué tal si no concluímos la oración? No que no digas: "Amen." sino que sientas que la oración no ha terminado y que necesita todo un día para ser concluida. Que tu oración es una obra de arte que necesita todo un día de tu parte to feel that somehow, "concluded." Look in the quiet moments in the peace of a holiday or in the chaos of a working day. In the cap, in the park, at the concert, in the restaurant and everywhere.

In the midst of things, and in the midst of the midst of things, because you have not finished, constantly pray and contemplate.

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This was the theme of the first preaching that I taught a pulpit , this issue really struck me much as he meditated and prayed asking the Lord to reveal to me the arguments would use to bring this message, the Lord put in my heart , there are many boundaries that sometimes life has to tax, limits that are looking for but with us, some insecurity is their limit , never risks to fulfill their dreams for the simple fact that they feel powerless, because they heard constantly a person close to him or her: no good for anything! 're incompetent! they are gross! and it's unfortunate that they believed affected their self-esteem and expectations the future, for other critically short wings, a day decided to start a project, but so many negative opinions around hizieron that that person was afraid to undertake new challenges for tomorrow, others see other satisfied with their status of life and decide to continue in that group pressure, and never risk being even more ambition what else barely imagine having, for others the guilt and remorse that have so far failed to God to the point that God does not want to receive is that they are filthy and filled weaknesses are thinking, "total how God will use a person as imperfect as me, The holy people are looking and I am full of errors "are schematic other mentally with tradition, and customs that have made up the dreams are a routine dull and trivial.

remember to use as reference in this sermon that occasion in which Pedro Jesus challenge to get off the boat at sea, and walking on water (Matthew 14:22-33) God! the thought of it makes my hair stand on end, I mean, I know that to us is very easy read the word of God is to some extent history and pass it as an epic story , but as it would be possible a person walk through the waters, I would say not crazy! even to swim, and I have a dread of the deep water, because on two occasions been to drown me, and I really think Pedro as I had so much uncertainty even more, the even doubted that it was Jesus who was ordering to take this madness was "unsafe" risked however to expense that could wrong, I imagine the other disciples in the boat behind him whispering: "Do not do these crazy "however the wanted not keep the doubt that could do under the ordinance of Jesus, simply ignored the" critical "and is that Peter hated living a complying with common achievements and fears of others failure wanted to live under the " pressure group" once did Pedro successfully managed to walk but looked around and recalled their human limitations and was unable to walk directly to Jesus, and began to sink, as sinking frustrated and fearful for their natural and human error, called mercy convinced that Jesus what anudaría and action of Jesus saw that Pedro was confident Failure did wait, and rescued him.

Many think that Peter failed because halfway is sank, many believe that the emphasis of this story is that Peter is simply sank and and I have seen the churches and among my colleagues in the church, but I differ, and say that the importance of this story and I think it's reason why God inspired the writers of the Gospels to write is Peter, despite the doubt and fear in that moment had dared !! despite that sank began relying forces but not those of Jesus, I assure you that if my fate is to sink to feel the strong arms of Jesus helping what would over and over and over again it's time you start to take what ever dreamed of in the Lord and for your life, no matter if you feel unable , God prefer a thousand times lot of daring to live wrong but to dare to do things, a lot of incompetent to just sit waiting to be able, take it by force the kingdom violent the brave , and those who believe that God is able even if they are not, not your strength is God, do not run for you run by him, and I assure you that whatever happens will be in arms of Jesus telling: "a man of little faith, why did you doubt?" I said I would and well you've done "and will display before those who remained in the boat as the champion that despite their inability and error dared to believe in him (Manuel Cordero)

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had to pray and seek new directions ... but I felt very tired. No one as I was so aware of the need to seek God's face, but honestly, I was exhausted. It was not about a bad day, it was a chronic fatigue. Something that dragged on for months.

My son had called me to play with some "new characters" mixed with monsters Stars Wars Galaxies or something, (I stayed at the time of the "Titans on the ring") and barely drew a smile, and said he had no desire or time to play. My wife tried to talk during dinner, but my mind was to "low battery".

The '98 had been a good year of ministry work: we had the TV show, more than six trips per month, the preparation of year-end cross on the obelisk, in addition to hundreds of conferences, camps , retreats, and several meetings. After all, was what we asked the Lord to serve. But for some reason, I was more exhausted than normal. I tried to apologize to the Lord giving a few reasons why I could not string together a coherent sentence in prayer, and went to sleep. Something was not working.

If the tiredness ruining my altar, it meant that he was mismanaging my time. So, a few days, in a flash of insight I told God to reveal to me why I was so tired. I was happy with my full schedule, but there was something that did not fit with my stress rampant.

- "Because you're doing things that I commanded you not to do" was the only answer. Sorry, surely God must be wrong, the equation is simple: "I want to serve God, I invite serve, there is nothing more to say. "But God kept telling him to do that while it was laudable, if He had sent me ... so no time served. - But perhaps you do not have to do everything is presented? - "If I sent you to do ... no. "- But ... what if I open the door, not supposed to enter without asking?. -" If I did not send you, it makes no sense to enter.

By the way, does I recently read a fascinating little story: "The keeper of a working lighthouse on a rocky coast received oil once a month to keep the flame burning. Since he lived near the town, did not lack visitors. One night a woman needed oil to keep your family warm. Another night a father needed oil for their lamps. Another oil needed to lubricate a wheel. All requests seemed legitimate, and the caretaker was to supply them. Towards the end of the month, he ran out of oil, and the lighthouse was turned off, which caused many ships crashed into the coast. The man received a reprimand from his superiors: "It gives you the oil for only one reason" - they said "We want to keep the light burning." We can not meet the needs of everyone. We can not please everyone. Although we are full of good intentions, we run the risk of losing sight of the reason which gave us the oil.

I tell you that I have ignored the tired and have felt good to come to bed exhausted, so much to serve God. But I would have run out of oil within days. In '99 I learned to say "no", although the causes were commendable.

"Sorry, pastor, but God called me to go to that conference.

"But we do look for thousands of young people to go y. ..

"I understand, but in my personal case, it is not what God called me. Some understand, and others may not. But understand that oil gives us a single reason, you can save the lives of thousands.

evangelistic burden If you got, do not dissipate into something else, points to the unconverted. If your heart is in missions, focus your call on that, and nothing else. Although we can not please everyone.

I receive hundreds of invitations a day. All, mostly, with laudable and worthy motives. The issue is whether I have to be there, if God has ordained. When we have clear "to what it gave us oil," we will messianic complex, we no longer believe the cap of the ocean, and learn to manage our time. Several months passed since the last time I felt tired to the point of being unable to pray. Now I have drawn my destination was just my call, and I dispersed: only pointed to the vision. We are people with unique missions. God trains us for months or years, only to a specific spot work that only we can do. If you have minds of plenty, have plenty missions and tasks, but if you have one mind, with a clear call, have unique missions.

is not lack of humility, but to understand what we were trained. If I was ready to play football, I have to spread with the tennis, but everything is sport. If my calling is to youth, that's where I aim the guns, the way effectively as possible. "We get the oil for a reason." Now I manage my time better, and try not to neglect the altar because of the agenda and obligations. Oh, and of course, when I finish this note, I'll be playing with my son with these ... those ... monsters of the galaxy, I think. Although, again, I liked most the "Titans in the ring." (Dante Gebel)

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the other day surfing the net looking for models of business suits, including all pages, I find one that had a curious title "Suits church " Login to see that it was (the truth is I would imagine that altar servers robes or clothing) and I got the big surprise that they were wearing hats typical of those who use the ladies.

Laughing Ladies seeing faces of reverence and communion, I wondered how these clothes were scheduled for this specific activity.

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contain two major truths. Just like that suit, many use a costume appearances and postures when participating in any religious activity. Far to seek God, man uses religion to silence his conscience and guilt to sin, it's like going to church, to be two or three sentences and make a ritual they score points on the board of God. This is a reality we have been dragging on from generation to generation.

Many cultures of the anti seniority he served other gods created by them, their "religion" is based on rituals that made them feel they were fulfilling their part. there was a soul connection with the supreme being, rather a terror and so I revered.

Thousands of people get up early on Sunday morning to go to church, not for love, not devotion but out of habit, because "is what to do" how long we will be making the same mistakes, doing things that do not even understand why people make us feel better? This reminds me again and again that passage where Jesus told the Pharisees (the religious of the time) " ! Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which outwardly , indeed appear beautiful, but are within full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness. "(Matthew 23:27)," resounding NO? think if Jesus is doing the same statement at this time ...

Analyze your environment and begin to wonder why why profess a religion, unlike what you've learned, this is a legacy passed down from generation to generation. It is a decision that today you have to make aware that you need a friendship with God, not a religion meaningless.

ago Let the customs and the comfort and draw near wholeheartedly God invites us to know Him personally and He does not require a special suit to come to your home.

1 Samuel 16:7 And the LORD said to Samuel : Do not consider his appearance or the height of his stature, because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth, for man looks at the front of their eyes, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

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All these years

far from the sea and the ship ...

sailed in much nonsense!

Dragging nightmares,

yearning for the future,

trampling the past,

neglecting the present.

As a millionaire

who does not care about

dressings of the ship,

whose departure is imminent.

disbelieves the sea Well,

while the ship's destination.

and denies the ship,

as marries the

an ancient beach,

of grip and hold,

signal alleged.

Although

pregnant with storms

was delivered long before

a mineral dreams

as thin glass!

that the end of the process,

only recognize

in salt that freezes

private memories

or unwavering in water

mutating mirror

absent reflexes.

Y volverá a ser arena y sal

y agua y playa y cristal,

en dulce y eterna condena,

dónde el único culpable

ha sido un amor rendido

al asedio de las estrellas,

una noche apagada en sangre,

cuando el corazón del mar

se retrajo en carmines.

Then I realized ...

How could I ignore

ship traps,

is folly

and satiety of the seas!

I, that being the beach,

silver and gold star and dawn,

whole after losing sand ...

insomniac I have lived a ship!

between the clouds and wind,

under the solitude of the tides,

carved in stone night

rose and ivory dream expected.

barely reacted

dawn,

surrounded by nightmares,

exhausted deceit,

lit candles

to the shaking of a bow.

Barely old reacted.

And so to catch the time,

that was neither dawn nor star

no dream of pink and ivory,

took them with me all these years.

Far from the ship and the sea.

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15 National Short Story Contest and Poetry 2010

"Poets and Storytellers in the Bicentennial"

Honorable Mention and CONSIDER AND POETRY FINALIST

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lyrics Dear colleagues, residents of forums, unfortunately, blogs, readers, friends, patients and other sub - species escritoril fauna that populate the I belong to incontinence of written expression:

I have been awarded Honorable Mention in the genre of prose and poetry in the context of 15 th National Competition for Poetry and Short Story 2010 "Poets and Storytellers in the Bicentennial" convened by Baobab Editions.

open this mail, I want to share with you-I has been guauuuu!, Haha, it's like a baptism welcome:

"Dear Author: Congratulations, you have been selected honorable mention and finalist XV Poetry and Short Story Contest: Sol and Letters 2010 and Rio de la Plata in the Bicentennial, organized by Editions Baobab.

Tale In the genus, with the work: Petals, my uncle, and gender in Poetry: Symphony amber, Equations, Flores unexpected, Transparencies.

of a total of 526 participants, the jury has selected 30 finalists authors mention of Honor in every genre and shall inform the three first prizes only on awards and commendations.

We invite you to the delivery of prizes and awards to be held on Saturday June 5, 2010 at 15 pm. at Teatro La Máscara - Piedras 736 - Capital Federal. "

Well, I did not, but I'm pussy. Poetry winner is a recreation of Don Quixote which left us all present stunned by the originality and correctness of his verses, which I can not remember but retain the admiration I caused, and for the youth of its author, who should not have more than twenty-odd years. I do not remember the guy's name or title, unfortunately. But surely not long before being published on the editorial page.

The winning story, "A gray morning," was simply listened with delight and total transport, under a kind of gnosis or alarm dormant memories for those present. A great story I can not play without taking away magic, but whose premiatura has been in complete and absolute justice. She is called Maria Cristina Maldonado .

Thank you all. No exceptions. Especially, thanks to Claudio Alonso MOY.

Because no readers, no reader-writers, this small, exciting event would not have happened.

hugs.