12 agosto 2019 at 4:27 pm (el amor brujo)

Closed cars reached the shores of reeds where the waves alisan Roman torso naked. Cars, that the Guadalquivir tends in its mature crystal, between tears of flowers and resonances of clouds. The children weave and sing the disappointment of the world, near the old cars lost in the night. But Cordoba does not tremble under the confused mystery, for if the shadow lifts the architecture from the smoke, a marble foot affirms its chaste shimmer. Petals of the weak tin reclaim the pure greys of the breeze, unfolded on the triumphal arches. And while the bridge blows ten rumours of Neptune, tobacco sellers flee through the broken wall.
A single fish in the water that to the two Córdobas together: White Cordova of reeds. Cordoba of architecture. Children with an impassive face on the shore undress, apprentices of Tobias and Merlines at the waist, to annoy the fish with an ironic question as to whether you want wine flowers or half-moon jumps. But the fish, which gild the water and the marbles enluta, gives them lesson and balance of solitary column. The Archangel aljamiado of dark sequins, in the meeting of the waves looked for rumor and cradle.
A single fish in the water. Two Cordobas of beauty. Cordoba broken in jets. Celeste Cordoba flabby.
Federíco García Lorca.

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24 julio 2018 at 8:01 pm (el amor brujo)

You’re that bad gypsy a gypsy wanted!
To want her to give you, you didn’t deserve it…!
Who knew you’d sell it with anyone else…!
What did you deserve?
That Pedro Botero himself burned that tongue of yours with what love you were lying to her!
Don’t come near me, don’t look at me, I’m a consuming witch;
and whoever dares to touch me, the hand will burn!
I am the voice of your destiny!
I am the fire in which you burn!
I am the wind in which you sigh!
I’m the sea you’re shipwrecked in!
! I am Candelas, Candeliya, who burned more than ever before, and who leaves you in the dark pa in secula seculorum!
The day is already dawning!
Come and get me tonight!
We’ll see if I had any problems, which you’ve made me feel sorry for.
with such a bad start!!!!

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22 mayo 2018 at 6:48 pm (el amor brujo)

Naked flora, she climbs up the water ladders. The Consul asks for a tray for Olalla’s breasts. A stream of green veins sprouts from his throat. Her sex trembles like a bird in a bush. On the floor, now without a rule, they jump their hands cut off, which can still be crossed in faint decapitated prayer.
Through the red holes where her breasts were, tiny skies and streams of white milk can be seen. A thousand little trees of blood cover his entire back and oppose the damp trunks to the scalpel of the flames.
Yellow centurions of grey flesh, unveiled, arrive in the sky with their silver armor ringing.
And while vibrating with a confessed passion for manes and swords, the Consul carries his tray of smoked Olalla breasts……………………………………………………………………………………………… F………………………………….. García L………………..

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21 febrero 2018 at 7:44 pm (el amor brujo)

La pasada noche, estuve viendo los Juegos Olímpicos de Invierno en Corea Del Sur, en Pueanchang, en donde la pareja francesa Gabriela Papadakis y Guillaume Cizeron, participaron en el Programa corto de danza sobre hielo.
Nada más empezar su actuación, Guillaume deslizó su mano para sujetar a Gabriela, que probablemente rompió uno de los lazos, que sostiene el vestido de ella y lo rompió, quedando desde ese instante, sin sujeción.
Siguieron, como si no hubiera pasado nada, pero había un temor en ella, dado que su lado izquierdo, no tenía sujección . Siguieron patinando, como dice Guillaume, “mejor que nunca”, con una perfección increíble, desafiando las leyes de la gravedad, pero la cinta que sujetaba su seno izquierdo se rompió, y quedó al descubierto, el pezón, pero como dice ella, Gabriela, ya no podían parar y terminaron su actuación impecable, pero los jueces tan estrictos, como siempre, le quitaron 2 puntos, quedando segundos. Una lástima ya que son los mejores del mundo. Sal2
Last night, I was watching the Winter Olympics in South Korea at Pueanchang, where the French couple Gabriela Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron participated in the Short Ice Dance Program.
As soon as she began her performance, Guillaume slipped his hand to hold Gabriela, who probably broke one of the ribbons, who held her dress and broke it, leaving from that moment onwards, unsecured.
They went on, as if nothing had happened, but there was a fear in her, since her left side had no grip. They continued to skate, as Guillaume says,”better than ever”, with incredible perfection, defying the laws of gravity, but the tape that held her left breast broke, and the nipple was exposed, but as Gabriela says, they could not stop and finished their impeccable performance, but the judges so strict, as always, took 2 points, leaving them second. Too bad they’re the best in the world. Sal2

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14 octubre 2017 at 8:00 pm (el amor brujo)

No me pidas que me recuerde. No trates de hacerme comprender. Déjame descansar. Hazme saber que estás conmigo. Abraza mi cuello y toma mi mano. Estoy triste, enfermo y perdido. Todo lo que se, es que te necesito. No pierdas paciencia conmigo. No jures, No grites, No llores. No puedo hacer nada con lo que me ocurre. Aún si trato de ser diferente. No lo logro. Recuerda que te necesito, que lo mejor de mí, ya partió. No me abandones, quédate a mi lado. ámame hasta el fin de mi vida. Sal2
(De Alberto Torre Barciela).
Don’t ask me to remember me. Don’t try to make me understand. Let me rest. Let me know you’re with me. Hold my neck and hold my hand. I’m sad, sick and lost. All I know is, I need you. Don’t lose patience with me. Don’t swear, don’t shout, don’t cry. I can’t do anything with what’s happening to me. Even if I try to be different. I can’t make it. Remember that I need you, that the best of me is gone. Don’t abandon me, stay by my side. Love me to the end of my life. Sal2
(From Alberto Torre Barciela).

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29 marzo 2017 at 10:24 pm (el amor brujo)

” No puedes depender de otra persona para ser Feliz, ninguna relación te dará la paz que Tú no hayas creado en Tú interior”….” En muchos momentos de la vida, el silencio es la respuesta más sabia . Paulo Coelho”. ” La tecnología te acerca a los que están lejos….pero te aleja de los que están cerca”… ” Todos dicen que el Amor duele, pero eso no es cierto?¿?¿?..La soledad duele, perder a alguien duele, la envidia…Todos confunden estas cosas o conceptos con el Amor, pero la realidad, es que el Amor es la única cosa en este mundo, que cubre todo el dolor y hace sentir a alguien maravilloso otra vez. El Amor es la única cosa en este mundo que no duele….pero si este es esquivo por alguna de las partes…al final se sufre…creo, bueno lo afirmo.” Sal2.
“You can not depend on another person to be happy, no relationship will give you the peace that you have not created in yourself” …. “In many moments of life, silence is the wisest answer. “Technology brings you closer to those who are far away … but it distances you from those who are close” … “Everyone says that Love hurts, but that is not true? …? … Loneliness hurts, Lose someone hurts, envy … All confuse these things or concepts with Love, but the reality is that Love is the only thing in this world, it covers all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt .… but if this is elusive by one of the parties … in the end one suffers … I think, well I affirm it. ” Sal2.

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25 enero 2017 at 7:27 pm (el amor brujo)

I’m not going to ask you to give me a kiss. Nor that you ask me for forgiveness when I think you have done wrong or that you have been wrong. Nor will I ask you to hug me, when I need it most, or invite me to dinner on the day of our anniversary. I will not ask you to travel the world, to experience new experiences, much less to ask you to give me the Hand when we are in the middle of that city. I’m not going to ask you to tell me how beautiful I’m going, even if it’s a lie, or write me anything nice.
Neither will I ask you to call me to tell me how was the night, or to tell me that you miss me. I am not going to ask you, to thank me, or to fool with me, when my spirits are on the ground, and of course, I will not ask you to support me in my decisions. I’m not going to ask you, listen to me, when I have a thousand stories to tell you.
I will not ask you, do anything, not even stay by my side forever, because if I have to ask you, I do not want it …… I will not ask ANYTHING. Sal2
No te voy a pedir que me des un beso. Ni que me pidas perdón cuando creo que lo has hecho mal o que te has equivocado. Tampoco voy a pedirte que me Abraces, cuando más lo necesito, o que me invites a cenar el día de nuestro aniversario. No te voy a pedir que nos vayamos a recorrer el mundo, a vivir nuevas experiencias, y mucho menos te voy a pedir, que me des la Mano cuando estemos en mitad de esa ciudad. No te voy a pedir que me digas lo guapa que voy, aunque sea mentira, ni que me escribas nada bonito.
Tampoco te voy a pedir que me llames para contarme qué tal fue la noche, ni que me digas que me echas de menos. No te voy a pedir, que me rías las gracias, ni que hagas el tonto conmigo, cuando mis ánimos están por los suelos, y por supuesto, no te pediré que me apoyes en mis decisiones. Tampoco te voy a pedir, que me escuches, cuando tengo mil historias que contarte.
No te voy a pedir, que hagas nada, ni siquiera que te quedes a mi lado para siempre, porque si tengo que pedírtelo, ya no lo quiero……No te voy a pedir NADA. Sal2amor-5

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25 noviembre 2016 at 7:53 pm (el amor brujo)

Today I learned that, things happen when they have to happen. Neither late nor early. That giving “everything” does not mean that you receive “everything.” That a good sowing does not mean a good harvest. That the moments are short and that’s why we have to enjoy them.
That tears do not deserve them who makes them cry. That Love, can not be forced and comes when you least expect it.
That there may be friends who are family, and relatives who are only known. In short, I learned that life is only a matter of living with Love, Honor, values ​​and Faith in things.
That before the life, it is necessary to harden, but never … never … never, to lose the tenderness, no matter what happens.
Relationships are becoming more difficult now, because few take the time to fall in love, conversations, become short texts, calls on pretexts and feelings in hints. The word Love, is used out of context, insecurity became a way of thinking, Jealousy in habit, Deceiving in accidents and being hurt in something naturalam-4.
Never lose your courage in a person who does not know what he has, if you know what you are worth, look for what you deserve …. ”
It is surprising that, despite the negative and positive spurts, which occur in the life of the whole world, we are each responsible for our happiness, whenever we face difficulties. “The truth is what it is, and it remains true, even if it is thought the other way around. (Antonio Machado). “Those who are always back from EVERYTHING are the ones that have NEVER gone anywhere. “Today, it is ALWAYS … still” (Antonio Machado)

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25 noviembre 2016 at 7:50 pm (el amor brujo)

Hoy aprendí que, las cosas pasan cuando tienen que pasar. Ni tarde ni temprano. Que dar “todo”, no significa que recibas “todo”. Que una buena siembra No significa una buena cosecha. Que los momentos son cortos y por eso hay que disfrutarlos.
Que las lágrimas no las merece quién las hace llorar. Que el Amor, No se puede forzar y llega cuando menos te lo esperas.
Que puede haber amigos que son familia, y familiares que solo son conocidos. En fin, aprendí que la vida solo es cuestión de vivirla con Amor, Honor, valores y Fe en las
Que ante la vida, hay que endurecerse, pero nunca ….nunca…nunca, perder la ternura, pase lo que pase.
Las relaciones son cada vez más difíciles ahora, porque pocos se toman el tiempo de enamorar, las conversaciones, se convierten en textos cortos, las llamadas en pretextos y los sentimientos en indirectas. La palabra Amor, se utiliza fuera de contexto, la inseguridad se volvió de una forma de pensar, los Celos en hábito, Engañar en accidentes y ser lastimado en algo natural.
¡ Nunca pierdas tú valor en una persona que no sabe lo que tiene, si tú sabes lo que vales, busca lo que mereces….”
Es sorprendente que, a pesar de las rachas negativas y positivas, que suceden en la vida de todo el mundo, cada uno somos responsables de nuestra felicidad, cada vez que nos enfrentamos a las dificultades. “ La verdad, es lo que es, y sigue siendo verdad, aunque se piense al revés. (Antonio Machado). “ Los que están siempre de vuelta de TODO, son los que NUNCA han ido a ninguna parte. “ Hoy, es SIEMPRE…todavía “( Antonio Machado)

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6 noviembre 2016 at 4:15 pm (el amor brujo)

A happy family is at the dinner table when one of the children asks a question … .Papá..¿ many types of breasts or tits woman there ¿? The father somewhat surprised, replied:
Well son, there are three types. 15 to 30 years, women have breasts like apples or pears, firm and cute, gives pleasure to see. Age 30 to 50, are as mangos, still beautiful, though a little fallen …. .A 60 years, they are like onions … onions son says ¿? … The father replied Yes. When you look makes you want to mournhombre-de-los-15-a-los-30
This explanation bears daughter, to tell her mother … Mom .. How many types of penises there ?? The mother is also a bit surprised, but looking at the husband responds: Well dear, a man goes through three distinct phases. Of 15 years at 30, the penis is like a log of jacaranda, respectable and firm. Age 30 to 50, in penis is like a log Weeping Willow, flexible but reliable.
After 60 years, the penis is like a Christmas tree. The daughter says … tree Christmas Have .. The mother replies: That’s right, Dead from root to tip, and decoration hanging balls !!!!!! And the worst: ” mounted only once a year !!!!!!
Nieves Cucala. A very cordial Out2pechos-15-30

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