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As buried in a short time in 2008, some ideas of Hundertwasser regarding how to bury:

" Upon entering an ecological age, we see that there is no residue, nothing dies, everything is still alive, only to be transformed into other forms, and this is not a religious philosophy, are only facts. Due to a misunderstanding, the Last Judgement, resurrection, people have the same beliefs that the ancient Egyptians, if you can keep a man with his physical appearance, after the Last Judgement will live. But this is not true. Today we bury the dead in an anti-ecological. The dead are rotting in a coffin to four feet underground. The roots of trees can not regenerate. Besides the dead are separated heaven and earth for a cement slab and artificial flowers. The man should be buried only a foot or two feet underground. Then there should be planted a tree. Should be buried in a biodegradable coffin, so that when you plant a tree over the tree to benefit from its substance, and replace it with substance tree. When visiting a grave without a visit to a dead man visiting a living thing just transformed into a tree. She still lives in the tree. It says, "This is my grandfather, the tree is growing well, phenomenal. "can make a beautiful forest, it will be more beautiful than a normal forest because the trees have their roots in the graves. This forest can spread the field, and anyway as we have many forests, while we conserving the forest. It will be for man a park, a playground, a place to live. A great place to live in constant contact with life and death . "

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This is the last thing I hang up now, I'm going to dinner. Is a paragraph from a book by Bukowski. I hate that guy, I do not like reading. I like reading people ordering ideas and is able to make yarn, to bring an argument to the end. Bukowski is crazy because it works like my head is unstable and goes back and forth, drifting forever.

" I can never cross a bridge with the car without thinking about suicide. I can never look at a lake or ocean without thinking about suicide. Well, not give him too many turns. But I suddenly appears on the head: SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the dark. The fact that there is a way help you to stay inside. Am I clear? .

So do not kill myself because I can kill myself ... I like what I'm saying this guy. I dislike because it is not cynical (I will explain my thoughts on cynicism and hypocrisy, and why I think second is abhorrent but the former is a social virtue of the first order and a sign of intelligence), but it is sooo clear ...

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out what you ask of the year? The reverse



Every year around this time, questions about the new year , the plans for next year , multiply in media communication, family dinners, meeting friends and others. There is a formula that I particularly like, that "what you ask of the new year?".

answer I guess all that health, wealth, love and peace in the world, but I assume a certain inevitability to the questions you tick the "mental agenda" and end up depositing some hope in the coming year.

Exercising ask, I guess common among Christians (for what they call God), I find it strange and complicated. I wish I can win the lottery or the pools, but I am not able to arrange reasonable ambitions to entrust its implementation to God, the genius of the lamp or the next year ... I need a context and motivation to do it and my closest dreams are usually pretty crappy, to be achievable without mediation magic.

However, the other day I remembered a scene that made me understand when it makes sense to ask: on 23 December last year, I was surrounded by una turba de gente en la FNAC de Callao en una situación claustrofóbica y desesperante: más de dos horas de cola para pagar un libro entre roces, empujones y una impagable paleta de aromas. Harto del gentío, las colas y el agobio, resoplé en varias ocasiones (véase, un bufff ). Uno de mis resoplidos tuvo como cómplice inesperado a un señor de pelo blanco, vestido con traje y pañuelo en el bolsillo que respondió:

- No adelanta usted nada resoplando, haga como yo y pídale a Dios que caiga un rayo y nos mate a todos lo más rápido posible.


Feliz navidad a tod@s.

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Sun

Sol was not a look at power center Your name
That blaze to the boy rebel
And then chained the heart of warm sunrises
who squeezed your hand in the ruined city of abuses
Neither side of your heat turned girl
hosting the children did
love sprout from the sun these days, small rooms where the rainbow
winter cold dropped his hand

were not misleading the frontiers of freedom
that I lost you in scorching heat and tenderness
wild love your lips calling
Neither the future provided by other
That was not my hands
In that time, my sun away
Covering new stations
me away
its heat total of my orbit Center
And I fell on the road
As a tear
presence Return to cold

Sun, which today covers
This second time is much better
And bury me in oblivion bodies that only flourished as beautiful flowers
Sons
While the garden of your eternal rays teenagers get drunk in other eyes
With the heat I say bitterly
From a distance know tonight that seeks to terminate
was not, nor were the days , the walls, the laughter, the cries, missed painful, were not in the end we went
.
As hug from the heat of your love on
leaves called happiness the blind useless and selfish hedonist
perverse
That never knew the heart of your heat she cherished more than the hands
The rotten heart
Today wilted leaves crushed the forty-odd steps
between winning and losing, is the complaint
of life finally know how to lose with some other mills nobility
Although still spin with the wind and everything is back
how are you leaves, how are you words
As this life.

know how to lose is the last thing left to breathe easy
Looking at the bright light of your name Sun

That
me naked now that we got from
away from my night We lit up your
warmth Those who say .... bye.

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First polluted the Itata
But I do not care
Because I'm not the Itata

Then removed the native forest
But I do not care
Because I'm not native forest

polluted sea
After Me neither me I import
Well, I'm not
sea

then contaminated the sky But I'm not the sky I do not care

Now I pollute my
But it's too late

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(without images, too many
that do not fit in this space)


squeeze and compress the
I remember leaving behind old ways
Faces, legs, socks and bras afternoon of friendly faces

dream cherished by the
that are built despite the distances
I know I've been hanging
more than some light
sometimes
dear hands on and my name
glasses are empty in one dish in the city
Exiendo arms embrace nostalgia
new encounters

outstanding debts are aware that should be settled
not ask forgiveness, excuse me for this flight
corners were very small space
new winds

flight lifted me and here I
embraced other smiles and shaking other
the car behind my train was extended
the long way of life
this is a new season where rain
claims

these eyes.

all my loved ones special
Santiago
obviously, with a beer
in the head and another in his hand.

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With my hand in front of Impotence



Back again and breathe the same stale air, which surely must still be under your nose. That same heat
permeated every corner of the wood, where the light of the candle is hidden, like your body. That
solo singer, I repeated the melody filled with melancholy, lost in the murmur of the crowd.
So hurry these words, standing by eternal seconds, dams have been opened in my throat and threatening. Until the cigarette to my alerts fingers I still have not abandoned the painful area of \u200b\u200bmy body.
Each noble citizen looking for a night on the town, in this sad Santiago. Each heart seeking to reach a home, to sink into the maternal morning, announcing a new date and new words, for the same time these things do not change. Outside everything is forgotten, all are killed. The glass of beer waiting for me and I understand that the time scare me. A dilute what I hold your memory and cowardly for a moment just for a short period of time I forget who I am, what I say.
This location remains the same, I confronted him and the passage of time has left some traces in the two, perhaps more time revamping it, but inside is the same, the hand slipped as frozen in time on the surface of a table and clenched his fingers clinging to the immense desire to love. The intoxication of crazy
has undergone, in the tops of more than a normal man who raises his eyes and asks: "What the fuck do here?, Crazy laughs, inside, laugh non-stop ... The time
animal devouring the moments, the memories of you and me. Will take Neruda Neruda or join us and watch each one with his history, his way of getting the truth, with the table full of beer, the soul is real and will show the words that lucid the next day, no agreed.
roads or paths always end my looking for you, my worn shoes and I have been loading shared heart, my mind sailing in stormy waters and entertaining, this way of looking at dead of battles ever fought, or fighting, only escapes, murders in silence, living dead, in rapid gorges in impregnable places that nobody knows where the pain has no name, only my pain and like the petal of the flower. Following in the footsteps as a guerrilla, with his faith in the gun and raise my flags armed heart, for him, for her and for you. Suddenly

is that I hope to hear the nostalgic whisper of your voice so full of past, we know will never come back, just like we remember, will to peek at this present that he never thought to live ...
While the dark and secret death progresses slowly and there is no barricade to stop it, touches you, kill you and you fome actually fits in your camera, my eye looks to your window, your face is bloody, your smile would be carved hand liar of this, regardless of reason, blind to sell.

And I stay with the sleeping city, with night, greeting you with one hand on the forehead, knowing that a soldier from your ranks, recognizing my brothers, your sign in the front, unidentified seeds of life, love, dignity and flavors, always twinned with life, but also death.

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(This is back on track "Torero")



I could not make you reach the light
After my nakedness, before your eyes in the dark
Because
lost touch melted stationary in the flesh devoid of tenderness

is true, I could not more than a smile
Good intentions, a short blink, slow surfing
in vagrant waters, familiar with the brutal fate


hands with their fingers as they dance
children learning and sink vigorous
giving birth to an anguished cry
played between languages \u200b\u200beager
moisture where the stars are drowned


I could not reach you my pace is too slow.
More, do not be fooled.