to be with you the way I like is that the times do not give me, I have work to finish and I have a week to go on vacation I have them ready to leave so I have not gone through your blog and I could comment on each post but I clarified that this does not mean that I do not spend no, not so read them and gives them the attention they deserve but I fail to comment on Garcia for being sorry and I have not dropped many thanks ....
Well I tell you that my life is ten thanks to God and that I can not wait to have my niece in my arms I'm happy, and get anxious like that, everything I see is for her to want to give everything to my nephews I but as it is stronger it will be because I'm older and it strikes me from inside the madrassa, sleep to be a mother is that for now there will be I have nothing to give you all say that with enough love, but I do not think so, love is on both sides but for my children I want the best a home, a good study and family at his side, I do not see nearly impossible but not so in the meantime missing my nephews party uses only missing 1 month and pain will be with us only a month to god that it happened faster than any ... .
Well I hope you have a beautiful weekend to enjoy it with her billion
people quierooooo kisses ....
For a while I gave myself the task of thinking, and indeed, for these things to happen without that we notice, so long ago I do not read poetry, and if I read it is always the same, a constant returning to the books I really have set and achieved them hard to put together a top ten, but which always manage to reach that peak which is supposed to be reached when reading a poem, something that I was going home very often, but in Today more I read and read can not find anything other than a long string of words with which delusional unable to connect.
literature in its early poetry was always handle within which the human being was a refuge or a way to express their bewilderment at life, read others, and a more sublime way, those little things that make life and that it was impossible to explain or communicate clear that the long space that has become the dominant pop music today sounds much cooler to give away a CD with a collection of poems, and so convey that idea, or those feelings in the best case, we try to move a particular person.
But the technology has been catching them all, even that of the radio call to devote a theme, like that old song, deprecated, it is more convenient to send an mp3 via MSN, and thereby maintain bond, but so what remains of the poetry, I think it is the abstract sense, that has been lost, that they like everything today has been trivialized, and that is perhaps what I seek and I find in each and every one of those poems that are published today in industrial quantities and are left in dusty cellars and is perhaps equally away from it all what I want to reconnect with each one of those old writers that make my small inventory of favorite poets, poetic little time elapse without a doubt.