tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61262353314831597092024-02-20T22:33:48.724-08:00Notes (2)Several notes about The peruvian Amazon Basin, 1970 decade up to now. Iquitos, Selva, jungle and growing up a a "Chacarero kid" Prosa and love poems, coming up from the heart.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-10421478428992587222017-09-28T18:54:00.001-07:002017-09-28T18:55:32.635-07:00Playboy Magazine and Mr. Hefner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like any young man in his 20.. an avid lecturer,,, devoring lots of magazines<br />
hiding my Playboy under my mattress....reading interesting articles and<br />
just thinking in the huge, long and interesting world...watching those comics...about<br />
sex, about personal customs...reading something about the manager of the magazine...<br />
long time ago...I feel that my youthfulness is already gone...as is gone Mr. Hefner..<br />
Be his soul rest in peace.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-27055391809814402882017-05-12T19:51:00.002-07:002017-05-12T19:51:35.468-07:00Desde aquel momento.Varios años yacen ya...<br />
desde aquel día que te vi, por primera vez.<br />
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Varios años han pasaron entonces; desde que me atreví a darte un beso con la mano.<br />
Varios años que nos queremos recordando ese lunes de primavera.<br />
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Quise esperar a que pasaras frente a la plaza,<br />
preparé mi figura, evoqué tus labios<br />
y el beso con la mano recorrió el ether. llegando hasta tu rostro al otro lado del universo<br />
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Desde ese día nos queremos como locos. pensando en nadie más que en nosotros...<br />
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Pero....<br />
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En el mientras tanto, duele que otros besaran tus gruesos labios, mientras yo vagaba por el mundo<br />
mientras tanto... supe de ti y que te estabas casando con esa persona que te conquistó en mi ausencia<br />
Solo me dediqué a rumiar mi destino, alejado de ti...<br />
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Varios años yacen sobre la amarillenta hoja del calendario...<br />
desde aquel momento mágico y perenne..<br />
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Mientras tanto yo te busco en todas las personas que se acercan a mi vida.<br />
busco tu sonrisa, busco tu figura, busco el timbre de tu voz.<br />
Busco ese mágico momento de volver a cruzar el ether buscando tu rostro.<br />
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No me importan los ajenos labios que te encontraron.<br />
No me importa que el mundo fuera cada vez más ancho.<br />
No me importa que jamás hayas vuelto a aquella plaza<br />
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Romperé mi record de tiempo al amarte y volver a encontrarte.<br />
Volveré a la plaza un día...y miraré al fondo del paisaje buscando tu sonrisa...<br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-34103550355749550692017-04-20T20:30:00.000-07:002017-04-20T20:30:26.206-07:00Butterflies and you...Just getting out of your wooden floor<br />
stepping down through the short cedar wood ladder<br />
feeling a wet ground under my feet...<br />
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Smiling like a zombie to myself, I cross your door<br />
now walking to the shore of the far away river.<br />
passing through those millenials tree trunks with no regreets<br />
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Following the zig zag way of the walking pass<br />
and finally reaching the shore of the river...<br />
and watch in aw...a hundreds of yellow-green butterflies<br />
in a explosion of visual effects by flattering around....<br />
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Just to hear my name...coming from the jungle<br />
telling me...." don't go yet."<br />
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Remembering that last night we were together<br />
is just an excuse...in this crazy moment.<br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-28280662568059425602012-10-15T18:49:00.002-07:002012-10-15T18:49:23.312-07:00Flowers and PowersFlowers are nice<br />
flores jamás al caminar<br />
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Flowers good to give<br />
flores en el medio de la vid<br />
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Flowers are intentional<br />
flores no en el pantanal<br />
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Flowers get the dead<br />
flores sólo el amante<br />
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Flowers for you forever<br />
Flores al instante para tu placer.<br />
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Flowers get you involved<br />
Flores para probarte.<br />
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When you look to my old letters and smile.<br />
when you watch the new phone and remember my calls at midnight<br />
When you answer my voice and not my e-mails<br />
when listening those songs... having that unforgetable sigh.<br />
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Summer at midnight is just a flower in shy<br />
chirping sounds all around us<br />
Sometimes I know you love me...<br />
Summer at day is to flirt and fly.<br />
changing stares under the sun<br />
That day I knew you love me...<br />
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Can't forget your amazing smile<br />
Can't forget telling me " you are mine" <br />
Can't forget your working hands.<br />
Can't forget your incredible kisses<br />
Cant forget your naked and lovable lips<br />
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Can't forget our sad departure.<br />
...and now, completely alone<br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-58395350270345033562012-10-10T20:21:00.000-07:002012-10-15T18:40:26.019-07:00Tearing heart I <br />
I face everything with tears and cries.<br />
After you said me nooooo.<br />
Fake my whole life with lies.<br />
wanting to know where you will tell me again: "you are my love"<br />
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and I move myself running after all my memories.<br />
I feel kisses bidding you good bye.<br />
I feel tearing heart at the airport..<br />
I feel writing hundreds of letters and sending them far away...<br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-62324572569640688382012-09-24T21:14:00.000-07:002012-09-24T22:20:02.855-07:00I could be the lost love.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORYzlKtTs1VM2KPSx4xVhYUXUIMzCftkftFGeVtqw8KvCKsc_VYQrvYTpZSOT_Ahi9qzCc3F3OZMvwwcqRLwism3riQDm6LlHBFNmlre4XqlOgziHMZjlDGMjIfSyWlQbryuYbHRK57UX/s1600/sleeping-woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORYzlKtTs1VM2KPSx4xVhYUXUIMzCftkftFGeVtqw8KvCKsc_VYQrvYTpZSOT_Ahi9qzCc3F3OZMvwwcqRLwism3riQDm6LlHBFNmlre4XqlOgziHMZjlDGMjIfSyWlQbryuYbHRK57UX/s320/sleeping-woman.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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In the middle of my deep lost dreams<br />
still watching close to close into my drifting eye windows<br />
still kissing those unforgetable crazy lips<br />
see you vanishing in the foggy drawing raws...<br />
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Watch your divine body shape...<br />
curl in such a wave of inmortality.<br />
my cigarrete smoke goes to the grayish sky<br />
like a line in that strong and crude piece of jade; <br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">wrapping up</span> <span class="hps">my</span> smiling <span class="hps">affability</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">in the same moment of our first kiss....oh Gosh... </span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Darling....our only landscape surounds with bedstraws</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">but my dream push them away with lots of beats...</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">of my pumping and sofocating tired heart...</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">...I could be the first one of your lost loves</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps"> </span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">strong and powerful as a millstream</span></span><br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-59310955519760461022012-08-09T20:32:00.000-07:002012-09-24T20:56:06.358-07:00Legend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15HtXj1mvL4m6ejPPQnxs-4visO3hrGCEBV6fRpFL_Z4KKN3c2sgVyVTi6GC0fitKy0caVvrII2o4CL6NKpEp7Bemy66YlCq-vjUi49T7ASJx6xd5MG-2LT2juNxE7XkXPDkG8YcJfbW3/s1600/Imagen0101%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi15HtXj1mvL4m6ejPPQnxs-4visO3hrGCEBV6fRpFL_Z4KKN3c2sgVyVTi6GC0fitKy0caVvrII2o4CL6NKpEp7Bemy66YlCq-vjUi49T7ASJx6xd5MG-2LT2juNxE7XkXPDkG8YcJfbW3/s320/Imagen0101%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /></a>That incredible legend has it all:<br />
It says you get up in the same bedside every morning<br />
With all your shiny mood.<br />
just killing everything that is bad around you.<br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Your</span> <span class="hps">precious and </span><span class="hps">congruent</span> face <span class="hps">lines</span> <span class="hps">move</span> <span class="hps">together</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">and make</span> <span class="hps">that smile</span> <span class="hps">that fills</span> <span class="hps">the worl and my sadly soul</span></span>.<br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">This only action avoids</span> <span class="hps">being</span> <span class="hps">over a second</span> <span class="hps">off</span><br /> <span class="hps">and</span> <span class="hps">enjoys</span> <span class="hps">everything</span> <span class="hps">mystical that has our world</span></span><br />
<br /><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">I hope it's</span> <span class="hps">a real true story.</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">in order not to die</span> <span class="hps">without knowing</span> of<span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">hidden</span> <span class="hps">pleasures</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">with the burden</span> <span class="hps">of a</span> <span class="hps">depersonalized life</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">and</span> <span class="hps">strongly</span> <span class="hps">shout</span> <span class="hps">to the gods</span> <span class="hps">as a whole...</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps"></span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">(watching her again...) My</span> <span class="hps">hope remains.</span></span><br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-74526950957466739322012-06-18T22:47:00.001-07:002012-09-26T18:46:12.666-07:00Olive fruits ( o aceitunas maduras) I <br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">It is a</span> hill not <span class="hps">very steep the one</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">that I</span> <span class="hps">like to climb</span></span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">located</span> <span class="hps">in</span> <span class="hps">the vastness</span> <span class="hps">of the landscape</span> <span class="hps">..</span>then I<span class="hps"> see</span> <span class="hps">the tree</span> <span class="hps">in the distance</span> <span class="hps">...</span><br /> <span class="hps">Its</span> <span class="hps">twisted trunk</span> <span class="hps">appears</span> <span class="hps">at first glance a</span> <span class="hps">little bit further,</span><br /> <span class="hps">with its strange</span> <span class="hps">fork in</span> <span class="hps">the middle</span> <span class="hps">of his</span> <span class="hps">body</span><span class="">.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Its </span><span class="hps">oval fruits</span> <span class="hps">like</span> <span class="hps">to</span> <span class="hps">give</span> <span class="hps">competition</span> <span class="hps">to almonds</span>,<br /> <span class="hps">they shine onto</span> <span class="hps">their long</span> <span class="hps">branches</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">hanging</span> <span class="hps">like</span> <span class="hps">tropical bird</span> <span class="hps">nests</span><br /> <span class="hps">Black</span> <span class="hps">as night,</span> <span class="hps">teach us</span> <span class="hps">promising</span> <span class="hps">wealth and</span> <span class="hps">taste</span>,<br /> <span class="hps">a</span> <span class="hps">refreshing</span> <span class="hps">bite</span> <span class="hps">to relieve</span> <span class="hps">this hunger</span> <span class="hps">that comes looking for us</span> <span class="hps">at noon</span>.</span><br />
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I pick one of the <span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">and</span> have<span class="hps"> it</span> <span class="hps">in my hands</span>, I evoke its<span class="hps"> name</span> <span class="hps">with the fruit in</span> my<span class="hps"> palm</span><br /> <span class="hps">Olive</span> <span class="hps">my food</span><span class="">,</span> <span class="hps">great relief</span>; <span class="hps">Olivia</span>...that <span class="hps">glamorous</span> <span class="hps">name</span> of yours, I <span class="hps">found</span> it <span class="hps">groping</span><br /> <span class="hps">in that dictionary</span> <span class="hps">of life</span> <span class="hps">..</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">That easy word</span> <span class="hps">that</span> <span class="hps">is never forgotten</span><span class="hps"></span>.<br /> <span class="hps">As</span> <span class="hps">those early</span> fair-<span class="hps">tales</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">maidens</span><span class="">, travelers,</span> <span class="hps">beauty girls</span>, <span class="hps">men</span> <span class="hps">and titans</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">who passionately</span> <span class="hps">sought</span> <span class="hps">your love</span><span class="">, trying to conquer you </span><span class="hps">so</span> <span class="hps">calmly</span></span> <br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">They didn't know</span> <span class="hps">that in</span> <span class="hps">the middle of nowhere</span><span>,</span> <span class="hps">you</span> <span class="hps">knew we</span> were <span class="hps">together</span><span>,</span> <span class="hps">that was your</span> <span class="hps">contention</span><span>.</span><br /> <span class="hps">You trusted</span> <span class="hps">your appearance</span> <span class="hps">...</span> <span class="hps">in</span> <span class="hps">that profile</span> <span class="hps">divinely</span> <span class="hps">framed</span> <span class="hps">in vivid</span> <span class="hps">color,</span><br /> <span class="hps">at that</span> <span class="hps">intermittent</span> <span class="hps">love</span> <span class="hps">born</span> <span class="hps">of</span> <span class="hps">wildly</span> <span class="hps">carnal</span> <span class="hps">desire</span><span>.</span><br /> <span class="hps">today</span>...after all these <span class="hps">years, you still have it.</span><span></span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Today...our lives</span> have<span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">different</span> <span class="hps">scents</span><span class="hps"></span><span>.</span><br /> <span class="hps">but</span> <span class="hps">in serene days</span> <span class="hps">like these</span><span class="hps"></span><span>,</span> <span class="hps">softly</span><span>,</span> <span class="hps">just</span> <span class="hps">shut it up</span><span>.</span><br /> <span class="hps">Recalling</span> <span class="hps">those</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">opening passages of</span> <span class="hps"></span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"> <span class="hps">unforgettable </span></span>reflexes</span><span>.</span><br /> All in one <span class="hps">gives me</span> <span class="hps">this</span> <span class="hps">beautiful</span> <span class="hps">fruit</span><span>,</span> <span class="hps">compared</span> <span class="hps">with</span> <span class="hps">the color of your</span> <span class="hps">eyes</span> <span class="hps">that made me</span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">inhibit</span><span class="">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">The coldness of the day</span> <span class="hps">goes deep</span> in<span class="hps">to the bones</span><br /> <span class="hps">reaching</span> <span class="hps">the very center</span> <span class="hps">in a single moment</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">Nobody told me</span> <span class="hps">it was so</span> <span class="hps">difficult to survive</span> <span class="hps">in</span> <span class="hps">the</span> <span class="hps">concrete jungle</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">nobody told me that</span> being by <span class="hps">your side</span> <span class="hps">would</span> <span class="hps">follow</span> <span class="hps">its price</span><span class="">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Winter now is</span> <span class="hps">rather</span> <span class="hps">crude</span><span class="hps"></span>, <span class="hps">like no other one,</span><span class="hps"></span><br /> <span class="hps">it is</span> <span class="hps">twilight time and</span> <span class="hps">snowflakes</span> <span class="hps">begin to drop one by one</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en">They <span class="hps">make their appearance</span> <span class="hps">as</span> <span class="hps">accelerated and</span> <span class="hps">swiftly</span> <span class="hps">falling</span> <span class="hps">through the sky</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">nobody told me that</span> <span class="hps">the climate</span> <span class="hps">has variations</span> <span class="hps">as crude as</span> <span class="hps">those of today</span><span class="">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Behind them</span> <span class="hps">the horizon</span> <span class="hps">teases</span> <span class="hps">me</span> in <span class="hps">perspective</span><br /> <span class="hps">vanishing</span> <span class="hps">along</span> <span class="hps">your easy smile</span>.<br /> <span class="hps">Closes</span> <span class="hps">on</span> <span class="hps">your</span> <span class="hps">narrow shoulders</span> <span class="hps">and goes over </span><span class="hps">your bust</span> <span class="hps">reaching</span> <span class="hps">your</span> covered <span class="hps">feet</span><span class="hps"></span>.<br /> <span class="hps">ignoring</span> <span class="hps">the range that</span> <span class="hps">it is far away at the distance</span><span class="hps"></span><span class="">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">In complete rapture</span> <span class="hps">I can see</span> <span class="hps">that</span> incredible <span class="hps">joy of yours,</span> <span class="hps">in this</span><span class="hps"> deathly cold</span><span class="hps">..</span> <span class="hps">what a feeling</span>,<br /> <span class="hps">how different</span> <span class="hps">are those worlds</span>, but finally they find an inc<span class="hps">redible</span> <span class="hps">fusion</span> bond<span class="hps"></span>.<br /> <span class="hps">I</span> <span class="hps">only want </span><span class="hps">appease</span> <span class="hps">my</span> <span class="hps">thirst</span>. My love thirst<br /> <span class="hps">looking</span> <span class="hps">wistfully</span><span class="">,</span> <span class="hps">that picture</span> of yours <span class="hps">there </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">your queer presence hanging</span> <span class="hps">on the wall</span><span class="hps"></span><span class="">.</span></span><br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-73829152718526595522012-05-05T20:46:00.001-07:002012-06-18T23:06:02.085-07:00Letras incongruentes: Liborio Maynas.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mirando el universo gráfico de los caóticos lugares en la Red de Información, vi tu retrato desafiando al tiempo en una actitud pasiva. Tu raida vestimenta que te servía para recibir a los turistas sobre tu cuerpo, me viene a la mente que no fuimos diferentes. Te vestías para un show concebido, mientras yo ya estaba vestido esperando la aceptación del grupo. Me gustaba la forma de lento inicio en aquella memorabilia de cientos de años cantando con aquella voz incomprensible para mí, llevándome a un pasado milenario, me gustaba ver tu cuepo gacho al empezar esa parsimoniosa danza con que el grupo entraba en trance rememorando de pasadas glorias cuando por alguna razón el pueblo tuyo era lo máximo en muchos kilómetros a la redonda.<br />
Nunca pude ir a una celebración real con todos Uds. pero cómo me habría gustado. Por respeto a tu amistad nunca pude ni siquiera investigar qué significaba todo el significado profundo del show en si. Me bastaba con ser tu amigo, tu casi en el ocaso de tu vida y yo en el inicio con toda esa fuerza que la juventud me brindaba. Cómo recuerdo las pequeñas bromas que nos hacíamos delante de los turista sin que ellos entendieran y como te ganabas la vida en aquella forma simple y rara para mi. Con el paso de los años alguien me dijo que en realidad el grupo al que pertenecías donde te conocí no era el que te indicaba el origen, sino que eras en realidad del mismo lugar del mío, que eras del Río Ucayali, pero yo nunca noté diferencia alguna con todo eso.- Me gustaba la forma en que tu familia se sentía protegida por ti, como tu esposa te miraba con ese amor que incluye los años juntos. y recuerdo a tu hija que estaba en el inicio de su vida con una belleza natural y exótica. Siempre me pregunto por qué tuve que conocerte? Ahora que se que te has ido de este mundo, se que tu amistad era pura conmigo. que por alguna razón todabía incomprendida por mi me escogiste para depositar tu amistad. Amigo <b><span style="color: blue;">Liborio Maynas</span></b>... que tu alma natural con sus creencias profundas de lo simple de la vida me haya servido para escribir estas cuantas palabras en tu homenaje me llena de emoción y te lo digo en una sola palabra que resumen todo cuánto te admiré en vida....GRACIAS. <br />
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Keep making me laugh...<br />
keep your stern look on me.<br />
Keep that serious theme you always share<br />
and make me sad.<br />
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Keep a nice smile on me<br />
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tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-71461936082014887482011-12-20T20:51:00.001-08:002012-06-18T23:10:09.801-07:00The world was built for you I<br />
For you, for you, for you... repeating it to the infinite.<br />
After getting back my missed bycicle in this huge city.<br />
after watching a friend drop some tears in a strange moment.<br />
after listening to a beautiful, dull and sweet at the same time song.<br />
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I know that something keeps my hopes for tomorrow. Indeed.<br />
I know that someday I will have to just rest in a hammock patting my kitty<br />
Not going anymore; against the current.<br />
I'll listen to my inside gong.<br />
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Watching your cute smile.<br />
Remembering you bright sadly eyes.<br />
you crooked lips.<br />
Ready to tip-kiss me.<br />
Not saying anything about you candy voice.<br />
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Carved themselves in my deep mind.<br />
I repeat it to the open sky<br />
that you are neat.<br />
trustful to yourself and me.<br />
I have no another choice.<br />
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Than to believe .....<br />
The world was built for you!!tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-64704632612699276172011-09-28T18:44:00.000-07:002012-10-15T18:41:25.559-07:00Las mentiras que mueven al mundo.Siempre cuando levanto la vista y veo al computador. Me digo que voy a escribir algo, pasan los días y ese "algo" se concreta a medias. Como todas las cosas en esta parte del mundo. Es que lo que se hace a medias, lleva las de ganar en las mentiras que mueven al mundo en nuestro continente. Miles de familias nacen todos los días en nuestras sociedades. Según todos los estamentos oficiales todos los matrimonios son para siempre, pero como todo lo hacemos a medias, a estas alturas ya es más del 50% los divorcios que nos entregan las frías estadísticas. Es decir; valga la redundancia, la mitad " a medias". Tomemos los estudios de cualquier índole.... veamos los estudios de idiomas, sabemos que los idiomas son el medio que todos nos comunicamos y es una profesión en cualquier parte del mundo. Pero las personas que estudian los idiomas para hacerlos parte de su existencia son miles y miles, pero cuántos de ellos realmente terminan de hacerlo? heheheheheh l..... la mitad. Es por eso que tenemos profesores de educación superior que no hablan el idioma que están enseñando hmmmm.<br />
Tomemos las relaciones amorosas, en su particular forma de ser. Decimos que amamos sin restricciones y lo único que hacemos es dejar que el tiempo te enseñe los recónditos agasajos de la vida. Es decir, al tomar de todas las cosas solamente 2: como los que acabo de hacer. Me doy cuenta que las mentiras que mueven al mundo siguen allí y van a estar por siempre con nosotros.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-36926361514664784752011-09-26T19:43:00.001-07:002012-08-16T21:25:36.284-07:00Querida, me das permiso para llamarte asi?El ambiente estaba mezclado con un penetrante olor a pescado y a azufre. Las plantas tenían esa novedad de las espinas para protegerse de los grandes comedores de verde. En el cielo se forjaban esas nubes que se movían de un lado a otro en el infinito horizonte.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-81016644672070894242011-08-01T21:37:00.000-07:002012-06-18T23:14:48.780-07:00Ella se baña a la orilla del Río<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gente que vive en un momento de la memoria.<br />
Todos reunidos al rededor de la plaza o cancha de fútbol, todos en sus vidas especiales. En especial ella, que se baña a la orilla del río, ondulando sus cabellos y pasando por entre las hebras su pequeño peine. Su pecho osaba por salir de su capullo, teniendo en cuenta su corta edad. El agua la cubría entera al meterse detrás de la canoa en aquellas aguas turbias, más no así sucias. Mientras que uno de los viejos del pueblo mantenía a un tuyuyo como mascota. Curiosidad desprendía ver al inmensa ave, crecer y crecer hasta que un día cualquiera tomó vuelo y partió. Curiosidad era ver al viejo ir a pescar, traer los pescados y darle de comer. La mascota solo le miraba y cualquier día en nuestra memoria el pájaro partió a los cielos para nunca volver. Ella al bañarse despertaba la curiosidad de los muchachos de su misma edad. Su piel blanca se contraponía con el barroso color del agua que corría al rededor. No éramos mirones ni mucho más que eso; lo que pasa es que nos despertaba dentro del cuerpo esa innata curiosidad que los hombres tenemos a los 13 años al mirar a una niña de 14 y viceversa.<br />
El viejo veía como el ave se preparaba para volar.... agitándo toscamente sus alas primero y muy ligeramente después. Ya la comida no le era un atractivo para seguir al lado de los humanos y la naturaleza de su plumaje le llamaba hacia el interior de la selva y sus lagos y lagunas.<br />
En el viejo...una lágrima pugnaba por salir de ese rostro curtido por el sol. Pero al ver a su hija bañándose en la orilla de río, solo le restaba apagar el líquido salado que era su lágrima, tragarse la pena por la inminente pérdida de la alada mascota y seguir mirando la vida impretérritamente. mientras que nosotros los niños de entonces y hombres ahora jamás olvidamos aquella escena donde ella se baña a la orilla del río.<br />
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<br />tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-2553181151846473242011-06-23T07:47:00.001-07:002012-06-18T23:15:22.123-07:00El idioma Japonés me reta.El idioma japonés me reta.<br />
Me dice que es imposible memorizar los 3.000 kanjis<br />
Me dice que es arduo manejar la gramática<br />
Me dice que es poco aconsejable saberlo todo.<br />
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Le digo que soy porfiado.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-59320509398147868842011-06-03T22:35:00.000-07:002012-06-18T23:15:46.152-07:00Bailando con Lipps Inc - Funky Town (1980)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5CImrIKNmBo?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br />
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Bailando en la acera<br />
Esta música vuela en el cerebro recordando las noches mirando desde la ventana a las fiestas de los vecinos, cuando la niñez triza en desaparecer y la pubertad se hace paso en todo su esplendor, llevándote a la vorágine de los días por venir.<br />
Miras tu esmirriada figura y sabes que son días que no volverán y que nunca lo podrás gozar en su totalidad. Sonrío con este pensamiento y es cierto.<br />
Es cierto que los recuerdos no son de una maldad insana, por que en medio de todo esto viví con pasión, con precisión y con el encanto de tener 15 años y saber mi lugar en la sociedad. Saber que mi familia era otra más entre miles de ellas y que nosotros haríamos nuestra propia historia sin importar lo demás.<br />
Es por eso que la música me inspira a escribir alguna que otra línea buscando mis orígenes y a mis amigos de infancia.<br />
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Esos tus ojos cansados de repetir la misma rima<br />
Esos pies listos para el próximo paso.<br />
Tu cuerpo se mueve al son del ritmo pegajoso.<br />
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Tu vestido floreado con infimas rosas rojas en un blanco perenne.<br />
Tu pelo al viento, meciéndose al amanecer.<br />
Tu voz como arrullo al oido.<br />
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Mi voz sale con sonido tonto.<br />
Me pregunto si el ser que alli aparece es el mismo que me sirve de guía.<br />
Mis ojos se pierden en tu espectacular figura<br />
Y no lucho contra eso.<br />
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Veo tu cuerpo sacudirse al son de la música y gozo<br />
Veo tus manos mecerse al son de tu cuerpo e imagino<br />
Oigo tu voz arrullar a la distancia.<br />
Te veo dirigirte hacia mi y... tiemblo.<br />
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Qué puedo hacer para llamar tu atención?<br />
Hacer que no te veo o definitivamente verte con descaro?<br />
Misteriotropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-13219585041649797532011-05-10T20:29:00.000-07:002012-06-18T23:32:52.468-07:00FlashbackI<br />
Now that I feel weird about my way.<br />
a shade comes and passes by me,<br />
The crazy film goes to full understanding<br />
I feel sorry for thing that I never did.<br />
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II <br />
I waited for you, I swear I did.<br />
The painful memory never stops and drains my eyes.<br />
Life gave me its ways, never could I complain.<br />
Well, I did. ... and got nothing.<br />
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III<br />
My literature man, tells me .. "it is a flashback"<br />
I answer him..." it is not my back; could be my future."<br />
I know the future to be a balloon<br />
I know the future has no oblivion<br />
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Iv<br />
Sorry for inserting me into your life.<br />
Sorry for loving you in a crazy attitude.<br />
Sorry for still keeping you in my mind.<br />
Sorry for not shading my pace.tropplshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470354266688153975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126235331483159709.post-87533150213044595622010-10-16T22:33:00.000-07:002012-09-26T12:34:44.184-07:00The fragil Chamomile.<br />
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Watching the fog on the river<br />
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makes me look for your fading face<br />
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look for the lasting sight<br />
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look for the rithm of life.<br />
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Every girl walking around me is just a flash of you<br />
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Every piece of nature remembers me your lips<br />
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Every small sound goes back to your laugh<br />
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Every breath I take, rewinds me your smile<br />
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III<br />
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Doing that; it makes me shriver<br />
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How can I, full of emotions resurface?<br />
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No future for me, nothing in foresight<br />
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I feel my fragility... total birdlike<br />
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IV<br />
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May I say with my heart on hand...thank you?<br />
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and inmediatelly perform a backslip?<br />
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or forget my river and its haugh?<br />
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entirelly cut all the close together chamomile?<br />
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Nooo I can't...<br />
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<p$1><p$1>It is 2.00 in the stillnes of the night.<br />
<p$1>Still looking for a way to collect a memory<br />
<p$1>Music comes in waves to the brain<br />
<p$1>my years went by and big pictures follow my way<br />
<p$1><p$1>A ripple in the river of my bio starts shivering<br />
<p$1>Watching those beautiful faces one over and over again,<br />
<p$1>blondies, colorful, mestizos, many ways to keep searching just the same.<br />
<p$1>...You in the middle of nowhere.<br />
<p$1>eternal smiles and crooked lines in a wonderful smile.<br />
<p$1>Ethereal lines going from shoulders to the base of the hair.<br />
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