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RED DRESS WOMEN / THE WOMAN IN THE RED DRESS

I was waiting for the train at San Isidro,
and sideways, I saw that behind me was a woman in a red dress and brown boots.
not passed unnoticed.
When the train arrived the woman boarded the same car that I, and traveled
Standing next to mine, taken from the roof rails. We got off the train
Retiro, I was walking behind her, but the crowd lost sight of.
I went downstairs to the subway station, and when he reached the line of people had at the box office to buy a ticket, she was in last place, and I was behind her. At that point, enable another ticket, and I change row. I buy my ticket and I'm walking towards the platform, climb into the subway car, and she goes and stands next to me. I go down at the station Avenida de Mayo, and I see no more. I walk up the escalator, between people, walk around the hallways to mix with the subway line A, and arrived at the Lima station, I stop at the platform to wait for the new train, and she walked on and stopped next to me. I get on the train, and she stands beside me and we traveled, taken from the roof rails. We got off at the station Acoyte, I met my daughter, and the woman I never saw her again, do not even remember his face.

All this lasted about an hour there I swear I did not cross
a look, a gesture, nothing.
was like a presence that appeared next to me.
Can it be coincidence? I do not know, sometimes I think yes, and sometimes I do not know what to think. Perhaps
somewhere en este momento una mujer está escribiendo en su blog que ella estaba parada detrás de un tipo con barba y jeans en la estación de tren de San Isidro...



I was waiting for the train at San Isidro station,
and sideways, I saw that behind me was a woman in a red dress and brown boots.
Did not go unnoticed.
When the train arrived the woman boarded the same carriage as me,
and she traveled standing next to me, taken from the roof rails.
We got off the train in Retiro, and I was walking behind her, among hundreds of people.
but among the crowd, I lost sight.
I go down the stairs to the subway station. and when I came to the line of people had at the box office to buy a ticket, she was in last place, and I was behind she. At that time, enable another box office, and I change row. I buy my ticket and I'm walking towards the platform. I entered the subway car and she came and stood beside me. I go down at the station Avenida de Mayo, I do not see her more. I climb the escalator, between people, walk the aisles to do the combination with subway line A. And I came to Lima station, I stop at the platform to wait for the new train, and she walked on and stopped next to me. I get on the train, and she stands beside me and we traveled, taken from the roof rails. We got off at the station Acoyte, I met my daughter, and the woman I never saw her again, nor I do not remember his face.

All this will have lasted one hour
I Swear That We Did not cross a glance, a gesture,
It Was nothin like a Presence That Appeared next to me.
Can it be coincidence? I DO NOT know, Sometimes I think yes, Sometimes I Do Not Know What to think.
Maybe somewhere, at this time a woman is writing in her blog That She Was behind a guy with beard and jeans in San Isidro's train station ...




inspired image in the "Evening dress" by R. Magritte.

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Anita Kreituse, Idea

• Dear friends, I show with great satisfaction to a great artist, is called Kreituse Anita was born in the city of Riga in Latvia in 1954.
• Anita is an extraordinary artist who is very versatile, perfectly combines his work as a painter and illustrations for numerous books done, without neglecting design in the theater where he obtained a great success as a costume designer.
• In the complex world of Anita, both dreams and reality coexist in perfect harmony, a perfect amalgam alliance.


• For an artist who sees art as a synthesis between the stimuli of external reality and inner world.
• Personally I remember the great painter Odilon Redon in many of his canvases.
• I leave you with your work friends.

















































































Restitution
•
o If your mouth does not know more than the voice of your breasts oy
only green or orange blouses,
or how you boast of having
or more than the grace of a shadow passing over the water. O In memory
took gestures,
pout or how happy I did, and thus stay in
or yourself, with the curved
rest of an image or ivory.
or no big deal that all I have left. O In addition
opinions, anger, theories, or names
brothers and sisters,
or postal address and telephone
or five pictures, perfume, hair or pressure
little hands where no one would
or are I hide the world. Everything I
or no effort, losing little by little.
or not the useless lie invent perpetuity,
or better cross the bridges with their hands.
. • Julio Cortázar

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This I did for the contest organized by the children of Mr Spoqui Blog.
must do something with a roll of toilet paper and send it. Still have time, do something!

This I did for the contest organized by the boys of Mr Spoqui Blog.
Something must be done with a roll of toilet paper and send it. Still have time, do something!

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Vilariño harmony, no never hold me like that night, never

Herbert Gustave Schmalz
• If you died tonight ...
• If you died tonight
• if you would die if I die
• • if this intercourse
fierce
• •
endless fought without mercy and without pity
hug
• • •
kiss relentlessly reached its high and is loose
• if right now if now

• • squinting I died
• feel that it is already
• •
stopped the desire and the light is no longer a bundle of swords
• and the air is no longer a bundle of swords
• and the pain of others and love and live
• and everything and not a beam •
swords and cut me off for me

• • •
forever and no longer hurt
• and no longer hurt.




Auguste Rodin will no longer be ... • You no longer
,
• no longer live together, do not raise your child
• no sew your clothes, do not
• night I'll kiss you not to go, you never know who I
• why I loved others.
• Do not get to know why or how, never
• or if it was true what you said was,
• or who were, or what was for you and how
• have been living together,
• dear, I hope , be.
• Since I am not forever and you'll
• No more to me than you.
• You are no longer in a future day
• do not know where you live, with whom
• or if you remember.
• Do not hold me like that night never, never.
• I will not touch. Not see you die.




Frank Cadogan Cowper
Idea Vilariño
• Uruguayan poet born in Montevideo in 1920.
• Besides being a poet, was literary critic, translator, composer and educator.
• In 1985, after the dictatorship, won the Uruguayan Literature Chair at the Faculty of Humanities and Education at the University of the Republic. • In his translations
stand the work on Shakespeare, widely recognized by critics.
• His personality and his convictions led for many years to reject any promotion of his name and his work. However, obtained several international awards and been translated into other languages.
• His poems, endowed with great depth, were grouped in such titles as "The supplicant", "Love Poems", "Night" and "Poetry."
• He died in Montevideo in April 2009.



John Atkinson Grimshaw
• Idea Vilariño leaves us, I admired poet, my drinking fountain, single, sensible .. humble, delicious ...
• But your poems will live on, immortal,
• Your words will always find shelter in the brokenhearted ... • Always remain
your essence, your words ... art never dies.
• I promise I will never be forgotten your verses.

Kathryn Beich Sales Rrep

that warm feeling that my heart trembles.

is a wave that crushes me

that surrounds me.

Wave alcohol that intoxicates me,

that I lost, I

chest rises to delayed

omnipotent god.

life of all ages

flows through my veins,

and again I am convinced that mine

continuity of things.

Tonight I do not know anything about the world

,

I want to know

lies in this,

at this moment:

this second slow and mysterious

gone.

And, yes as

now have to lose many more,

without realizing it, without feeling?

Now, this air that gets inside me, makes me go

what I know,

your eyes makes me go to

distance treacherous

stops me over time;

in the silence: understanding of death,

with the pleasure of perfume

the sleeping world.

II

Just as the spirit of the waves

I get drunk with your body,

lean back in your arms,

enjoy the sweet taste of your fire,

fill my soul with your smile and your

eyes

also your hair.

satiating

inundate you and give it to your hands.

I want to give what I am

and that I have,

what little I have,

and my dreams that have

inexhaustible.

This love I'm feeling

not sell it to anyone:

or the moon or the sea

or your own baby,

is what I watch on

it sit in the space between your mouth and my solitude.

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Stephanie Rew, silk temptation

• Born in 1971 in the city of Carlisle in England and raised in Edinburgh, Stephanie Rew is an artist who seeks and strives to put heart and soul into the painted figures .
• Influenced by the great masters such as Caravaggio and Raphael, Stephanie offers us figures based on the design and how getting a style full of nods to the East with its famous kimonos, which have been around the world in various exhibitions.
• We also found in the oils of Stephanie, hungry female silhouettes of pleasure and attention, and seem to reclaim from the folds of their silky fabric or your flesh and yet insinuating appear doomed to loneliness colder brutally colliding with warm colors that surround them.
• It seems that the climax came longed if earthly led by skilful hands had to be replaced by a very long night of chocolates.





























































Temptation
called love or chocolate.
addiction is bad.
unreservedly.
If a doctor, alchemist
demon or evil
knew my thing would be to walk
lifelong cure.
Because only one drug, with its prison

oblivion saves me from the other.
And so, again, is the conflict: Either I eat
love
or I die tonight chocolates. Juana Castro

• • (Winged mine, Córdoba 1996)