Saturday, July 31, 2010

How To Tell Fake Onyx

no longer move ...



This month of July has been a month of absence, has been a month of sentences. No doubt when the deaths are multiplied make that glass of reality allows us to glimpse it from time to time. Maybe that's our problem ... we looked only occasionally. A confession that we do when mailboxes are open letters, some confidence that we should move and go rinse the curtains of invisibility of the suffering of many women still remains hidden in the silence of his solitude hoarse. Silences that we slip and make them walk. In rooms there are libraries of sounds and silences, in the sea but no hinges reflexes. In these reflections I like to think because they are the rooms of dreams, freedom of words, of ... a new life.

Dedicated to telling me every day that an ear I love you, which tells me the lyrics ... dome life imprisonment for her my kisses


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no longer move ...!
the rubble of their sentences
marbled on the docks where the pigeons infinite
waves are sad today arbor
burial and where flowers climb black powder.

no longer move ...!
slipped to the ground
stitching strands of that rain is always waiting, like a wet dress
hunger,
as a battle of cold rivers without aging.

no longer move ...!
or on the edge of nouns
clovers Baladres wilt,
those still looking in the neighborhoods of the puddles reflections
tabs ashes.

no longer move ...!
chips reapers, water or life imprisonment
the bodice of her kisses
or the corridors of butterflies in the air
make love to the waves of wind with sheets.

no longer move ...!
the hideouts of the nails in your tears, nor the brotherhoods
the pots of paper flowers planted between clocks
that dreamed wait to undress
remnants of cloudy skies.

no longer move ...!
swallows sleeping on sidewalks, not even light
sealed cracks in the fog, only the branch
fingers together talking asking
supported under the nose.

no longer move ...!
naked thirst drops of your tears, and the thoughts
slid from the roof, but if you will
knees
stars for not to close the air echoes.

no longer move ...!
wars where they earned the moment,
or absences morning with innocence, exile
only wars where you turn
soap and rinse time.

no longer move ...! Sidewalks
reflected in the windows, dressed
, paths of dust and water,
only scribbles drawn
shoes in the sand where they reap the endorsement of silence.

no longer move ...!
scratches on the pieces of the time, wearing glasses
or hands-free hugs,
only breaks the dawn of
stormy night where they lie on hangers.

no longer move ...!
staples which snuggles
the smooth but scratched the timidity of caresses
and clean air
clothing closets that perfumes the hand crank of a life time.



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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Nightmare Campus Free Streaming

The best guitar solos in history creolin

long time ago I am researching to write this article, one of the heaviest references with which I came across a survey by British magazine Total Guitar which was attended more than two thousand readers, including teachers guitar music and information professionals. In short, what we're going to intereza:

LED ZEPPELIN - Stairway to Heaven
PINK FLOYD - Comfortably Numb
Van Halen - Eruption
Metallica - Master Of Puppets
GUNS N 'ROSES - Paradise City
THE EAGLES - Hotel California
Metallica - Enter Sandman
GUNS N 'ROSES - November Rain
Cream - Crossroads
Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child
Ozzy Osbourne - Crazy Train
Pantera - The Sleep
FREE - All Right Now
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Monday, July 12, 2010

Immigration Changes For 2010 Australia Sol

Pearson, Indie Rock, Alternative and Grunge Hard Metal Solo

creolin Pearson is an indie rock band originally from El Vigia (Merida), founded in January 2010 by Wilmer Hernandez, Diego Mendez, Andres Perez and Samuel Sanchez, in his first appearance as a participant of an organized gang warfare in the town, after which the band broke up, and months later returned to the stage with new lineup:

Wilmer Hernandez : Guitar and Voice
Johnnatan Sanchez: Guitar
Adal Barrientos : Low
Diego Mendez: Drums

The name of the band is a pot of creosote, comes from a "string of Pearsons' that does not mean people, but Pearsons, the first thing that pops into your mind!

Speaking of styles, some of them lean, but do not seek to belong to one, that is, without a style, but several, in a song with rhythm changes, the group does not follow the styles, but also create them, play what they like.

Currently the band is working to soon be able to record their statements and make it available, and invites them to be outstanding if The Pearsons are mounted somewhere!

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