Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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"He opened his eyes, he could see perfectly fluffy clouds moved
lazy ... I could feel like the sun warmed my face.

Where was I?

A deafening silence around me ... and then I realized I could not remember ...
In my hand clenched tightly, almost desperately, a yellow button, which of course, did not belong to anything you wear. "

A new state of consciousness? A new sensation? A myriad of new sensations little crowded into my interior and it was impossible to measure, translate. I do not know if I was happy in that silent moment ... Perhaps the best word to describe me was new. That is, I felt new, but something happened, something that had lived my mind did not come to glimpse from the memory.

I felt more relaxed breathing, decided to get up and change my face in surprise at a more inquisitive, I decided to walk to find something that sounded to me known, or find a friendly face, a good coffee in a place open and crowded. But I knew my answer right hand had fastened securely. That button would take me to where he longed to reach.

I walked for a few minutes to a small square, which was bereft of a brief company terrace. Without knowing why I sat in one of their tables. My head kept spinning the origin of that button. Needed to rest a few seconds and let the memories would flow by themselves. Only then could remember who he was and how it got there.

Very attentive waiter, a man who touched my view and the desired age of retirement, I served coffee buns accompanied by courtesy of the house. Savor every morsel as if the first meal in days and maybe it was. Me mad and I especially scary not knowing anything about me that was not this I was living. Nstintivamente began to cool and got my hands in the pockets of my jacket. I noticed something strange about one of them. A card? I was sliding slowly outward concern so that she had written. Once outside, I left on the table. What if he really did not want to know that was what had brought me to this place and this situation?

After a moment of indecision picked it up and read it. The memories flowed through my memory so that he could barely hold them. I remembered soundproof, white coats and all the electrical discharge. I lifted the sleeve of my jacket and I could see the stitches in my arms and burning of the electrodes that day I placed the "doctors" that my family had hired to currar my illness. Now he perfectly remembered everything that had happened. That

mañana, como cada día, el doctor Quintero y una de sus enfermeras habían entrado en mi habitación con la dosis diaria de tranquilizantes y barbitúricos, esperando encontrarme aún somnoliento por la toma nocturna. ¡qué equivocados estaban!

Sin darles tiempo a reaccionar salté de la cama y con mi brazo derecho abofeteé a la enfermera que inconsciente cayó al suelo golpeándose la cabeza contra uno de los cajones de la mesilla. Por el charco de sangre juraría haberla matado. Fuera de combate la presa más débil salté loco de ira sobre el doctor que forcejeando intentó zafarse de mi ataque pero su final fue el mismo que el de su compañera. Una vez comprobé que estaba muerto lo undressed and put on his clothes. Could not escape from the asylum dressed in her nightgown. Do not come or the end of the corridor. I left my room and started walking at a pace that without attracting too much attention to me out of there as soon as possible, but Sophie came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm. I held her neck and pushed us got into one of the electroshock room. I hit her again and again against the wall, at which time I inadvertently pulled one of its buttons. The power of my hand. It was the blouse in Sofia. She was the only one who had believed in me and I loved, but now she was dead. What if my parents really were right and I'm crazy?

put it back into my pocket and the card button. I paid for the coffee and left. If my memories were true and not a product of schizophrenia, the police would be looking for me. I fled. A new life had opened before me if he could slip away, I still do not know if I deserve it or not. Seo

Sunday, March 28, 2010

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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He opened his eyes, he could see perfectly fluffy clouds that were moving ... I could feel lazy as the sun warmed my face. Where was I?

A deafening silence around me ... and then I realized I could not remember ... In my hand clenched tightly, almost desperately, a yellow button, which of course, did not belong to anything you wear.

A new state of consciousness? A new sensation? A myriad of new sensations little crowded into my interior and it was impossible to measure, translate. I do not know if I was happy in that silent moment ... Perhaps the best word to describe me was new. That is, I felt new, but something happened, something had lived my mind did not come to glimpse from the memory.

I felt more relaxed breathing, decided to get up and change my face in surprise at a more inquisitive, I decided to walk to find something that sounded to me known, or find a friendly face, a good coffee in a place open and crowded. But I knew my right hand had fastened securely response ...

After crossing the avenue, adorned with lights off and announcing Christmas, I came across the "New Mexico." Some unknown force urged me to enter. I said hello, but nobody waved back, not even the bartender, though, his eye had crossed with mine for a few seconds. While waiting I serve the coffee they had asked, I decided to flip through the newspaper. Then, suddenly, I knew I had been before in this place. I knew the look sullen waiter named Carlos. At that time, someone on the TV was reporting that three English have been kidnapped in Mauritania. Apparently, they were part of a convoy carrying food to Senegal. Carlos, behind the bar, screaming, shouting against blacks, and the Moors, and Zapatero, and the priests ... Who is that Zapatero?, I thought.

was when the man entered the bar. Carrying several plastic bags in which they accumulated their miserable possessions. The deposited next to the bar beside me, and went to services without greeting anyone. Something inside me warned me that I knew that man and should keep their distance from him. Intuitively I knew it was a dangerous guy.

"Dear God, I heard yelling at Carlos, and here it is again ... You see how I Legionnaire leaves

services ... then I was gradually recovering memory. He was aware that the Legionnaire, this rough-looking beggar, was an unfortunate soul. Everyone in town knew him. His home was the streets and many mornings went to "New Mexico" to despair Charles. They drank coffee, had their needs and would wash a little. I remembered that people had at some distant time, avoiding the consequences of forgotten crimes, had been enrolled in the Legion. The ship that brought him back from Africa, when he graduated, he tied in Algeciras. There he took a night express guided by the desire to get to Madrid. Somewhat earlier, however, that the train was sighted Córdoba reviewer discovered without a ticket. Warned the two issues of the Civil Guard who were guarding the convoy and they forced him to get off that had once been mythical city of the caliphs. It was thus bound by the laws unfathomable chance, the Legionnaires had settled in the gardens and streets of Cordoba.

Was he still in service when I started to hear screams in the street. Outside, on the other side of the square, had formed a mob of people. - What will happen? I thought. Carlos by then I had not yet served the coffee. I was going to claim it when I beheld, dominated by the wonder that several police officers entered the "New Mexico." They noticed the plastic bags that the beggar had left on the floor and crossed to Carlos a few words I could not hear. At the time, gun in hand, walked to services. From there, pulled the Legionnaire. He was taken handcuffed and held at gunpoint. As he passed by me, directing his gaze to empty it, I realized that beneath his ragged coat wearing what looked like an old military jacket, possibly a vestige of his shipwreck in the waters of the Legion. The jacket was buttoned with yellow brass buttons.

Attracted by the growing buzz of coffee I forgot that Charles had failed to serve and went outside. A group of about ten or fifteen people, on the other side of the avenue, next to the gardens, swirled. An ambulance and several police units were stationed with lights flashing on. I crossed the street and approached the group. A man steeped in his own blood, lay on the ground ...

"It was the beggar," said someone. Without a word has nailed a huge knife ... then, he has thrown the weapon at the grove and went away ... We have seen that entered the "New Mexico." Just stop there.

I approached. Horrified, I look closely at the man lying on the floor. His chest was pierced by what appeared to be a CETME bayonet (1). The doctor who attended him, he turned his head

-just died he exclaimed, as he closed his eyes with his hand of man. Has in its hands a yellow button-advised the police. Probably snatched it to his murderer ...
was at that moment when I felt an immense light out of the body and wrapped me in a dizzying spinning ...

- Lord, I thought, this man killed me ...!

Dominated by a sense of anguish ever known, I felt the light was mistress of me and moved me with her ... In a few moments I felt far, far away ... Who knows where I lead?

1) - CETME: assault rifle gun. Weapon used in the English army at the time of Franco. Everything suggests that the Legionnaire, when he graduated, failed to return his bayonet regulation.

Antiqva

Sunday, March 21, 2010

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THE OWNER OF MY FREEDOM

"He opened his eyes, he could see perfectly the fleecy clouds that moved
lazy ... I could feel like the sun warmed my face.
Where was I?
A deafening silence around me ... and then I realized that I could not remember ...
In my hand clenched tightly, almost desperately, a yellow button, which of course, did not belong to anything you wear. "

A new state of consciousness? A new sensation? A small look of new sensations in my heart raced and was impossible to measure, translate. I do not know if I was happy in that silent moment ... Perhaps the best word to describe me was new. That is, I felt new, but something happened, something had lived my mind did not come to glimpse from the memory.
I felt more relaxed breathing, decided to get up and change my face in surprise at a more inquisitive, I decided to walk to find something that sounded to me known, or find a friendly face, a good coffee in a place open and crowded. But I knew my right hand had fastened securely response ... That yellow button hide my memories, my past. Only the owner

missing the button you can enter my mind and unravel the mystery, I wandered through the streets of nowhere, seeking excessive desire something that would show me where my conscience before.

My steps took me to a desert, where there stood a circus tent, a long line of children was pushing to get in, got my ticket and I sat down to watch the show.
domesticated animals, trapeze, juggling, were the delight of children and adults.

Suddenly, as in a cloud appeared the magician, almost sepulchral silence filled the room.
began to dazzle us so that I had forgotten what he was looking for the owner the yellow button.

We watched with a piercing look impossible to dodge, he turned to me as if the only audience, and asked me to focus, pulled out a box inside a yellow bag, showed the audience that was missing a button.

asked me to introduce my hand in my pocket and take out everything he found.
To the astonishment and disbelief of those present, I showed my yellow button.
He asked me to give it, that button should be in place, that I may again be the same as always. I quickened my pace

up in the middle of the track, and the time of delivery, there was light, a glow Bright shone the circus.
button owner and I found my freedom. Rosa Maria

Thursday, March 18, 2010

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THE BOY OF MY MEMORIES

"He opened his eyes, he could see perfectly fluffy clouds that were moving
lazy ... I could feel like the sun warmed my face.
Where was I?
A deafening silence around me ... and then I realized I could not remember ...
In my hand clenched tightly, almost desperately, a yellow button, which of course, did not belong to anything you wear. "

A new state of consciousness? A new sensation? A small look new sensations crowded into my interior and it was impossible to measure, translate. I do not know if I was happy in that silent moment ... Perhaps the best word to describe me was new. That is, I felt new, but something happened, something had lived my mind did not come to glimpse from the memory.

I felt more relaxed breathing, decided to get up and change my face in surprise at a more inquisitive, I decided to walk to find something that sounded to me known, or find a friendly face, a good coffee in a place open and crowded. But I knew my right hand had fastened securely response ... I went in search
an answer, some clue or signal, but could not recognize or the slightest person, no place, no memory.

Then I saw him, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

presently came a memory, I was crying, but was not why I did not know why.

I asked the guy and he bluntly replied:

- Do not you know who I am? It's amazing that you no longer remember me - and left.

I was confused. Why would I say that?

I come back another memory ... I kissed that boy, and then mourn again.

can not understand how to kiss a person you want and mourn because of him. I got a headache at the time, as a pang. I went to take a termagil.
In my home (which was what I remembered best), I thought about what happened and came to the conclusion that that was my boyfriend.

I came back another memory, leaving a boy I also ... kissing. Normal I thought that my ex-boyfriend "was fought with me.

The next day I went for walks in the forest. They recognize the different parts of it, especially one of them, a big slippery slope area along the river.

There I found a shirt with buttons ... equal to that she had in her hand the first time
did not remember. I came back the headache with a memory ... my ex-boyfriend and the other guy, my boyfriend fought, I parted, and my ex-boyfriend, whom I called Jake turned to leave.

I slipped as I remembered and almost fall down the slope.

I went a different route by which he came.

This time, a memory came back but did not give me headaches, my boyfriend fell down the steep slope and was against the river rocks. I cried desperately.
At the moment I understood everything.
While walking, I saw clothes on the floor y. .. I found the guy of my memories, my boyfriend or I thought it was. I was half passed out and I gave him a small bottle of water I carried in my bag, he called me, I said Susi, together at last.

Rocío.

Monday, March 15, 2010

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"He opened his eyes, he could see perfectly the fleecy clouds that moved
lazy ... I could feel like the sun warmed my face.
Where was I?
A deafening silence around me ... and then I realized I could not remember ...
In my hand clenched tightly, almost desperately, a yellow button, which of course, belonged to anything you wear. "

A new state of consciousness? A new sensation? Looking for new sensations little crowded into my interior and it was impossible to measure, translate. I do not know if I was happy in that silent moment ... Perhaps the best word to describe me was new. That is, I felt new, but something happened, something had lived my mind did not come to glimpse from the memory.
I felt more relaxed breathing, decided to get up and change my face in surprise at a more inquisitive, I decided to walk to find something that sounded to me known, or find a friendly face, a good coffee somewhere open and crowded. But I knew my right hand had fastened securely response ...
For an unknown reason, as he took the way, the initial rush of knowing, it was postponed. Something told me that leaving me would find out everything.
I started with a slow pace, without haste, as if the fates favor they had time to show what they had to good, in that sunny spot.
sensed, not without feeling a little spring romance of my soul, that it was magic, a kind of spell created for me from the nothing unknown, perhaps for the minds dreamed of staying in the mysteries of the brain cognitive, capable of holding no illusions last hope sometimes unpleasant, dreams to do completed. A thin drizzle
emerged from nowhere. He was thin and soft, the sun seemed sweaty gently. Was not an obstacle to continue my journey. Neither alternative was, I thought.
What to do if an unexpected event's that? How to solve this enigma, whose title track was a little yellow button stuck between my fingers?
I said to myself, there is always something that jumps the spark of consciousness, and then, when the memory is back and place us back in that limbo in which we live. I thought fleetingly
remember reading something about it ...
Look, showed me a green valley between mountains sheltering a small town maternally stay on your lap. The time was dusk, and therefore, the twinkling lights of homes and in some windows.
sighed and I mustered the courage to begin my descent, a slight decrease, which resembled inside me to be the most difficult journey of my life.
I got a little tired, a little taciturn, but above all this, the hope gravitated around me.
A figure appeared beside the first house that came across. It was an older man, those whose age is a mystery.

"Excuse me my good man, could you tell me what town am I? The elderly or

rather, unexpectedly, non-exempt fixed his gaze with wonder at me. I noted from the bottom up inspecting me boldly. But I waited patiently.
All in all, the gentle rain of minutes earlier, had stormy and wet
permeating my clothes.

"Go Young, said at last, hurry that night falls and the rain water will become very quickly. Saying this

away with a speed inappropriate for the age it seemed.
choice but I decided not indulge in those lanes, now, with the urgent desire to find a place to hide away. Double without thinking a corner, and went to do it when I know not why, toured myself.
was like a splash of color breaking through into the faded canvas of my confusing existence.
did not ride much when I came across something or someone.
The torrent of water falling from the sky was already fierce and walked with his head bowed.
as I raised my eyes and then as they emerged from a waterfall, her face appeared ...
immediately saw tears in his eyes. Soon after, I appreciated the rain sliding on the umbrella that we guarded.
I raised my eyes to that cubicle, unexpected shelter brought by an angel ...

... - It is very childish!

"Yes, yes, but seeing him I knew it was for you.

-Ya ... why?

"It's like you, do not you see?
like your skin is white and yellow like the sun that you adore so much. It is also a flower and as you like ...

- Where did you buy?

"In the city, in a flower shop.

- In a flower shop? How curious!

"The manager told me he had that idea and was having a smashing success. You see, I went to buy a bunch and give them to you when you return, and came with this ...

"I love, especially how original are the stamens, his heart, to put it another way. Well in relief, have you noticed?

"Yes, I liked it because they were small yellow buttons. Very original ...

This conversation wandered through my mind like a bird in weak branch.
I trotted the heart.
The wind came up to my ears a voice sweet, floral aroma ...

"Come home, dinner is about ...
I said. I opened my hand

reddened by the pressure, looked fixedly button, making babbling:

"I found him near the entrance, leaving ...

She looked sadly

-Lo ... I missed when he fell to the umbrella stand go away ... start

to walk under that Daisy nylon, whose heart led to my return home. Time

would be joined by those memories were still immersed in the turbulent waters of the unconscious, in the hidden unknowns

whys ... MARINEL.

Marinel.

Monday, March 8, 2010

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NEWS ...

Dear Authors, friends and feathers of the bird called Kingdom comansi ...

We are pleased, once again, deliver those three special mentions to the stories that you liked most.
With some delay due to technical problems and palace (you know they are always slow ...), I am about to give the floor to Prince, while I acomodáis to hear and receive that love so much pleasure that we offer.

"On this occasion, and because of the stories on" News ",
voted three texts are:



Carlos , by text" A sentence of death " (Read here the text )

Antiqva , with lyrics entitled: "Celestial Signs" ( read the text here)

And finally ...


Marinel
, For his text "Utopian Dreams" (read text here )






is for you, take it with all our appreciation, respect and affection. Is worth a little bit of our heart.

Then we started with the publication of the accounts of the song "Let's start together."
I want, like the first day.
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Saturday, March 6, 2010

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all know that the tooth fairy is responsible for collecting the milk teeth will fall to the children, but ... why you want the tooth fairy all those teeth? What do you do with them? Hear the story and find out.
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