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same is to ask a lot of patience, but I liked both the poem "The Seven Deadly Sins" by José Antonio Ochaita that I can not resist hanging around the whole , even so long, with all the pictures that illustrated when I hung in chunks. I thank you in advance for your understanding.

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

Like a San Jerónimo, skin and bone

roots,

'm crying at your door

my sins.

The seven no ... fourteen,

than fourteen hundred fit,

each of the seven

in the catechism are opened, there were seven

and seventies,

and seven chances.

just for you, for joy

imprison sinner.

Culpas of pride I had, and now

joy in confession;

pride ... I had you,

if sin, send me barefoot

Jerusalemic,

that much to send me, go

pride inside of my temples

breaking.

That was you who once abandoned

blood, little punishment is

then force him to doom.

and greed ...

Who thought that those royal gardens ...

the

chest magnolias and saliva

dates, should not greedy

gardener you save ...?

If up to be greedy,

God hold me hold on!

greedy left the penalty

one day gave me, and I nailed

three nails

from the tip to the rivet.

of lust, not to mention,

that is something that has to be silent,

to ask the bedroom and the sheets

link and twenty

whirligig that were starched,

they tell you what I was:

bull

archangel pigeon and duvets

between

up and blush.

Ira had contained;

anger you, God help me!

anger you, to feel ...

your delivery without surrender,

anger of knowing that being,

as brave ... I am a coward, and a day

back to God

and your lie in the afternoon, do not seizing

neck and strangle you for nothing, and that

pass and then glory, glory

Bandilla and meat.

professed to gluttony,

I'm sober I bread, half a sip

I drink my fill of wine.

If I have air

snacks because the food of your body greedily

me know!

and envy ...

I was envious of your life, your

before

of when I was not glued to your

palpitare,

and who took me

the lead in your blood, I wish poultices

;

of fire in riñonales,

and if he knew her address ...

province, city and street,

with envy that I have, worn

lineage so

black powder that no trace is left.

What

I need ...?

yes, even had

laziness to not miss the seventh,

are sixty in catechism lover

laziness not to move,

not let laziness, sloth

they sank,

, home, family and

flows just to be with you,

bonding, sealing with wax.

Seven Deadly Sins caught me

hair to heel. Pride

with greed, lust

great wrath, gluttony and

envy and sloth. And

if they were not enough,

pareieron seven seven seven

multiply.

Tell him to come to yours

the clerk, mayor,

the gravedigger,

all who will listen, I have

into the veins

deadly sins and seek my contrition

you something besides me,

I'm going through hell when I

where burnt, the four sins

give the fire in your image.

Text: José Antonio Ochaita
Images: 1. Pride, author unknown.
2. Greed, author: Alexandre Dupouy.
3. Lust, author unknown.
4. Ira, author: Ken Marcus .
5. Gula, Author: Ken Marcus .
6. Envy, author unknown.
7. Laziness, author: Jacek Pomykalski
8. Author unknown.

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Almost all the evidence indicated clashes between the two species (Homo sapiens and Neanderthal), no cooperation or a hybrid. But as we know, the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, and recently had the privilege a cultural and genetic group of paleontologists found out, after many years of effort and research, that human beings had mated and hybridized with the Neanderthals. This served to confirm the suspicions of many evolutionary biologists, and the presence of 5% of Neanderthal genes in Europeans opened our eyes are not a single species chosen, we have evolved and survived to this day, and probably due to reasons casual and not causal.

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Me name is Pedro. I'm a regular guy, like my name and grateful life. Two months ago I won my 60 years of life. Geez if I lived not?. in a little town called La Union in the beautiful province of Mendoza.

My chronology of life, has its beginning and end in La Union, in the beautiful province of Mendoza. Chantagiar is not for me the wise, or stay pattern seen, but here everybody knows me: Mate of here pa 'there. Oops, old man, from barbecues or speak. " For the coals or flames there is nothing better than the goat, lamb or beef (the enemies of the stomach) also we Olvidao palate, my friend. Here we got up and went to bed thanking Dionysus, god of wine. To the beat of our folklore Cuyo, with the cat and the cueca, zapatearíamos on the vine, pa 'admired wine glass to take our love. There Mendoza if you were boss, I'd marry you ... Here we describe it as "the land of sun and good wine", certainty if any .... As an old Chalate

, finished talking about what he least expected. Chicata we are not, and get to the point, Ox. Last Sunday, when late blight was asleep after a hearty goat with a good glass of wine, looking around the house, which I entertain. I grabbed a little viejazo, so to speak. And it was the box of memories. That, that Ellen gave to me, our first year of marriage ......

What memories, "so that mourn ... Every time I remember, I feel an emptiness that will not fill. We were like the dull light bulb, as insult to injury, and horse rancher. Do not want to fall again in memories. These charms, letters, photos, goodies, I was sitting reading a poem she had written when we were dating.

And today ... I would like to share with my people:



"They say I'm a star,

I'll walk in every night.

say I'm the sun,

I wake up every morning.

say

I am light, I lit

at every glance.

say I'm the wind, I'll give

caresses face.

say I'm guardian,

I protect you at every opportunity.

say I'm crazy, I promise

a world for us.

say many things, I think

many others.

I remember the first time,

Kiss timid, fearful

's caresses.

Our eyes are watching,

were trying to understand the situation,

no reason,

There is nothing more than confusion. "

With all the love possible

Your Elena. 12/11/1977

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The Seven Deadly Sins And I loved her body after

then I loved her body and soul.

for me Her skin was dry land;
I dreamed as a sixth continent
not recorded on maps yet. I dreamed

Bay mouth.

Her hair was a virgin forest
which opened its mineral and dark mystery.
cities I dreamed of her breasts.

rivers of veins that outcrop in the skin were

routes opened to navigation and joy.

could travel in his eyes.

White Plains in their hands
I cultivated corn and good relations.

After I could not be but in their vicinity.


Text: Otto Raúl González

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What are you hiding in your being? Letter to Santa Claus

Those doors,

Amaicha Del Valle, Tafi del Valle, Tucumán, Argentina
2011. Sophie B.

that give us certainty,
The look,
And we ...
What hide? Where do we take?

Years of History,
have touched that door.
So many have left in search of work,
And many others have gone in search of hope.

door, let yourself open.
No lock or key that will be closed.






always in me,
whimsical idea will come ....

.... I'm going

I went ....

--------------------------------

Miramar, La Habana, Cuba 2011. Don Quijote

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Gates

Each has its charm. Each with its own key and form. Each of us is hiding something. They are shy, deceptive, guardians of life, and protagonists of our stories ...

Miramar, La Habana, Cuba 2011. Don Quijote

There are many variants of them, of all colors, all ages, all shapes. Possess well-defined features and scars it leaves us time. I would like to attend a parade, where they pose by a large gateway, with no music, flashes , people. I alone and them! ... Anyway ..... Among them, I stay with ONE:




The more timid, the less seductive, the most passionate, the less interested. In the morning, I am struck by its simplicity, at night I worry its mystery. But in the evenings, I sit in front of her, and watch. What are you hiding?, Why capture my attention?, What I find in you ?.....




The answers are immersed in a sea of \u200b\u200briddles. Doubt, is impatient, and takes the lead in my mind. The imagination starts his engine and began to fly. The reason and the heart, re -are at a crossroads, and forgotten in recent years. I find myself alone again, waiting for something to happen, seeing that door ...


think, reflect and say,

To view, you have to go.

To find out, is to risk ....

Don Quixote.

09/02/2011

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Maybe tomorrow

to break the storm

and I wrap the silence between the eyes;

perhaps much love

we fill your mouth

and to snap.

We are together, yes,

and may be you

who is with me.

escape through the edge of my lips,

abandon the body that was yours,

but I'm so alive

when you touch me,

that even I have

a response,

and the word I attend,

not belong to me

thirst because I have been glued to the throat

and saliva is

a vast ocean

where algae float.

waves caress my back,

and salt seeps through nail me,

and I wish,

and I wish,

your humidity and clean me,

and aroused by this cry,

this mystery,

this way to see behind the clouds.

circle your waist,

and slip,

and swimming blindly

for that bottomless pit

you offer me.

After today, the night,

night that leads me

night that seduces my instincts,

and I always eats the same way,

and I vomited on the artificial beach

some beach.

Look how my skin cracks,

how tattered it makes me hope ....

Text: "And after" Ana Garrido