Contradictions
By: Fernando León Alejandro Avelar
tried to write a story whose first contradiction was called contradictions and did not have any. To my surprise, I discovered that the contradictions and absurdity are an inherent part of our reality.
confess that by this time almost everyone is asleep ... and the ideas flow freely ... Never forget to write your story, once told me:
Sometimes I do not know if I get lost among the constellations, the truth is that those who leave an imprint in your life should not be overlooked. If you find any of the great secrets of life ... Use it to your advantage. Being good is subjective, but subjective reason prevails.
I want to turn what has been my surroundings until now, just leave without saying anything. Build from scratch, work hard and look to the sky, bright stars that tell me everything will be fine for those who esteem. Imre
never to return, to go back to where I should never have left. Just go.
No pains, no sorrows now, only a history and a past that forged
I realize that nothing will ever be the same ... and the streets that I traveled as a child, or persons, or anything .
But then might it be that there is no such place where the return can be free, think, believe, mourn, laugh, jump, run ... live ... there so many things to do.
outrun my teachers ... who taught me what to learn and sometimes a life lesson.
leave behind the shelter that has been officially my Alma Mater ... that place where I could take shelter in times of storm and incomprehension.
leave behind those who were once friends and now they are no more, I took her memory and spirit of the best timeshares.
But do not ask me to cry, do not ask me to feel, do not ask me to think ... when an individual crosses the Rubicon to cross the Rubicon and all the forces of the universe seem to interact in their favor.
Here I learned to manage my character, here learned the arts and better educated ... but here I'm not happy here.
An island in time, an island of indifference and troubles ... rather die than not do what he promised and I tear his soul, tearing me apart, I depart the rays of hate and say . Write
one day history will tell ...
Why are we so complicated to build?, Why we are not satisfied with the simple and plain?
Neglect, indifference, forgiveness, understanding, time, courage to accept things, the courage to claim them when possible.
not remember much of the past, just remember that always struggled, I struggled to achieve all my dreams I know nothing of things to come ... I only know that where I will keep fighting.
What would you change? ... Maybe, maybe I'll change anything ... but halfway, never!
Hero or villain ... Never mind! Try
a world away from plastic ... travel the world, get to that place where only the sound of the breath and wind can interact in our meditation.
counter moves forward ... the counter complicit with the clock. Everyone is looking for a Pierrot in my stash ... and find no one has finished.
shooting star, star, passing and going fast! Among
mills rotten pumpkin stories and the killings began in October.
The four walls of Vienna larks sang hymns to the Muses
And so I come in November, with three deaths, yes three, not two as they had secured
And he stayed in the square .. . to rest but just a little bit because it was hot of a bitch. Because
September had left without saying goodbye ...
And those who say they had seen it coming even waved!.
Supposedly because some Indians stole a letter!, Then as they resented around the world ... and time passed, he went accompanied by the fresh wind that fall lost.
The laughter of the nymphs did not hear more
wind But Grandpa, What are those you tell stories?
earth's grandmother gave a crybaby scavenger because I knew what this meant ...
She asked her midwife the cloud without rain began because that other end of barrel- Ahuite
And Grandpa died
say that the places who walked grew large ears of corn and wheat that fed many generations.
Today that place little Indians worship the wind just for giving the wheat and mother earth for being moist and fertile. The little Indians decided to steal a letter to calendar ... to make a posthumous ceremony.
was why pissed September, Truth does not like to walk you saying September.
For the other months do not give a damn ... the end of the day or a matter of them, well the only half understood the situation was February and who knows what is being robbed of their time and their days on a whim.
But December has been delayed, say they walk slow and steady right now patatea.
Then the little Indians get drunk, get drunk day and night with the chicha from corn, according to them to give thanks to Mother Earth.
They do not want to see reality, did not want to be different, they just want a drink more.
They fear the eagle, fear the sun and fear the great puma.
held
But today, because it's party ... and the holidays do not like to be disturbed or interrupted them. Same
... all they have is their corn, the seed and happiness
What are these guys idiots! ... Be happy to comply!
Stupid insomnia ...
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Last edited: Sunday, November 15, 2009
Contradictions
Fernando Avelar Alejandro León
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or contact me at: fernando.leonavelar @ ucr.ac.cr
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