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  • Es noche y se transparenta en mi ventana,
    la luz blanca del farol del boulevar, encendido.
    Es noche y escucho tu voz que llega
    como un poema conocido.
    Oigo la voz de ayer que es también el hoy
    en esta madrugada.
  • Estoy situada destinadamente en el punto vertebral de tu mirada.
    Ella me contempla, observa mis movimientos, me estudia.

    Dicen los sanos que es el hoy el que me asiste
    y el loco insiste en que es el ayer que me trasciende.
  • PASA EL INSTANTE DEL ENCUENTRO.
    Pasa y deja un no saber porque me pasa.
  • ¿Cómo conocer la sapidez de aquel suceso?
    ¿Qué es lo cierto ?
    Es el ayer y este hoy tan incierto…
    Dubitativa pregunta sin respuesta.
  • Escucho tu voz como si estuvieras viva
    escucho hasta tus latidos….
    La muerte es el pretexto de creer que estás en el olvido.
  • Amar con la vida y sin la muerte:
    imposible ecuación de la existencia.
    Ay..¿ porqué este dolor de ausencia?
  • No has partido.
    Estarás en el aire y el suspiro.
    Con el viento y las horas de los días.
    Estarás mientras me sienta viva...
  • Bocinas en la calle me acallan.
    Me ubican en esta contemporaneidad
    que irremediablemente te excluye.
  • Excluyámosnos.
  • Fantasma quisiera ser esta madrugada
    para respirar con el soplo de tu aliento
    y en comunión con tu alma que me aguarda,
    madre,
    no sentirme huérfana, solitaria y así de extraña.
  • Stella Tiscornia

    Stella Tiscornia Octubre 16-2004

Stella Tiscornia
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  • The City without letters
  • Many years ago there was a small city between the mountains. The people
    were very rich. They seemed very happy. Maybe they believed there could not be a
     better world. Nothing different occurred. The people usually spent time
     talking, playing and going to parties.
     The place was far from other cities. Sometimes people that passed in
    caravan thought about coming in that city. But to enter was permitted only with
     elegant clothes. The days become a little monotonous. One morning. a strong
     wind began to blow. The people were feeling something different. Two
    rainbows appeared in the sky. But, what kind of thing could happy? .In the city a man arrived. He was wearing "jeans and t-shirt".
     How can he arrive in the city wearing those clothes? All the people were astonished.
     The story was: near. Passed a caravan. The people rested and ate. At that
     moment an armadillo passed in front of the man. And the man tried to get the
     armadillo. The animal ran and ran and entered the tunnel. The man persuade the
     armadillo and finally.
     He couldn't believe his eyes. The man was astonished. The place was so wonderful!

  • While he was watching that marvelous place the people were nervous: Who is that guy?
     How is here wearing those poor clothes...In a minute, the man becomes a prisoner...
     they took the man to prison. It was the first time they had a prisoner. He was very
     confused. What was happening to him? Maybe a bad dream? Or maybe he was as in
     the story "Alice in the Wonderland”. But in this store Alice woke up. In
     prison he had a good time. His breakfast was nice. After lunch he was
     informed about his judgment.
     He could request 2 things. He was very confused .It was impossible to
     understand his situation. His request: a pen and a block of paper he thought
     about writing to his family...
     Nobody understood his request. The mayor had a meeting with a committee. And
     again the prisoner asked for a pen and a block of paper. The were very
     worried. How can a simple man want a thing that they couldn't understand?
     They were very rich. They began to reflect. Maybe they were not complete. They decided to talk to
     the prisoner. Well, he didn't look like a dangerous man. The prisoner was released.
     But the people kept watching him. The prisoner could see that in the city
     there weren’t Signs, names in products, no bookstores. In the store there was only paper to
     wrap gifts and packages. The tailor sewed a beautiful suit for the
     prisoner. Now he was as good looking as the other people in the city. One day
     he saw a fire. They made a bonfire with his things. They thought they were
     useless things. The man went in toward bonfire and got his knapsack. The
     people looked at him. They couldn't believe.
     Why did have that attitude? What values could stay in his old knapsack? They made
     a circle around the man. They were very curious. But when the man opened his
     knapsack .They were disappointed. It was so poor. There was only a
     dictionary, a check, a pen and some books. The man could see the
     disappointment of the people and told them: "It is very precious to me”. And he continued.


  • Books, pens, paper are very important. Through those things I can say: What I think and know about the world in distant places. In front of the reaction of crowd, the
    man was sure. That the People could not read or write. The city was very bright but in his mind, it was dark. They didn't know true wealth. They were only accustomed to material
     things. The city was isolated there wasn't contact with other cities. The man tried to do a test. He got paper and pen and told them: Please, write your name's here. The people
     felt terrible. The man tried to show them the word WRITE in his dictionary.
     Quickly all the city knew about it. And they could see that they
    understood.  They were not as complete as they thought. In the world, there is more than counting money. This News becomes a cause of melancholy for of them. The old inhabitants were in meeting and invited the man to talk and teach them about "new knowledge”. On the date of the meeting the man could speak about the wonderful world of
     books.writing.And how it was important to understand the world. This way the people became richer and wiser. The man spoke about school, methods of teaching to children and adults. They could become richer then now.  The mayor opened one school. The first class
     was ready. And those students could help the man to teach the new
     students. They had a great movement in the city .Morning and night they
    were studying. They were in a hurry. They quickly put posters in the streets,
     stores, supermarket, etc .And they could write all the letters in the world.

     

IVONE YAMAMOTO

sandy1

LOVE

A four letter word

but what does it mean?
Ends with a broken heart
as so many have seen.
There are levels of love
that we all feel,
Each of the levels
have their own appeal.
We love our parents
for all that they do,
they shape and mold us
into what we've turned into.
We love our brothers & sisters
it's a strong bond, it's true.
But, to love a child~
there's nothing to compare it to.
There's puppy love, true love,
and love at first sight.
But, how do we know
if we are doing it right?
Love often hurts as
much as it feels good,
When it should always be fullfilling
like we all dreamed it would.
 
By: Sandy Peeler
 
 
 
 
 
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