Monday, May 23, 2011

Funny Wedding Invitations To Friends

Diaz

of triangles is indeed the world. Colorful. Seizures in the collective sample whose virtue, uniting ties. The path. It lessens the unconscious, the irregular.


transmitted as two wheels while turning. A hologram. Cadence. Shackled to each other to come together and make a surface cork float. Hands clasped in dance. To get rid of the wires from the bonds. The same core. Oppression that stands alone, in a well, a tower or a frame.
We sheltered in the river basin. From there, arise. Upload. Road sign. Sunfish. Circle fan. Each time, it is our time. In good times and adversity is always the wind from the south that is affixed to a body part. The ridge: the white swan in his back. Free. The voice is a paper mill. Ando with her and my cry is filled with folds, thin strands of wool that cross, strings. Others are also holding hands, spinning at the same party. I try to follow my course, walk the rivers, the planets. Or roll them. Toward him. Caminito calming my anxiety. Village water coves, blueberries, fruits with cylindrical leaves. Near the end, a multitude of small flowers in dark blue. This does not correspond to the idea I had formed of you or that you had made me. On the ground join our feet and finger on, like a flight of birds. Or the whole swimming whales. How many Januarys thrown? Upon hearing that the light of day in the walk is governed. Now I know, that he would overwhelm the penalties, the last years, the sheets and liquid image of the flood. My silhouette.
From time to time, the plot is making lava. I wanted to assign you only the word balaclava. Take care of that.


I came, I give up. Hunched body to the ground to relieve night time
still lack the glow of the horizon, its harmony. A rostrum of people judge my end, remote and vague.


I get dizzy. Clay is made the cold. The end. I started collecting crowns. A surround all in the shadow of the edge of my dress made of silk. My dilemmas. organic continuity. My turn to bring peacock feathers. Or become a pumpkin. Or, I can leave it all behind and be a little girl Homer.





Ana Claudia Diaz (unpublished)


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Skinwhite Lotion Bad For Pregnant





Language Department
Castellana and Literature
IES JOSÉ JIMÉNEZ LOZANO:
Awards Ceremony by the writer José Jiménez Lozano, on Thursday May 19, 2011 in the Civic Center Parquesol.