Mejor que un Journal, el Blogspot... : )
El anterior desapareció misteriosamente, pero ha vuelto.
A quien guste pasar a ver, estaré publicando constantemente (espero yo, al menos hasta entrar a clases nuevamente). Cada actualización viene con datos expositivos, publicaciones, notas y escritos personales de su servidora; sean bienvenidos : )

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-NF.

I get myself abit lost in cosmos and I come to realize that I'll miss my subscription soon.. I guess It wont come back again in a very long time because I am null of money and will.... Schade!
To close this "upraAamazing privilege" I will make a last feature space and a short review of work.

I've been.. how to name it? Busy... I am not ready come back again for is better the lowlight. Ive been into work and learning.. and well, won't end soon. Though, my creative line focused to myself has been cut sharply by pages, places and faces.. but I'd like to comunicate to those who care that some things will come out soon... you've already seen a bit of it.

To begin with the Feature I wont post the pieces that I liked the most.. because somehow Id be staining and forcing your judge to consider that one as unique and special, that wouldnt be fair for the artist; in this case I will link you the Deviant user and a brief resume of what kept my eye about it.

There a very, VERY few.. and maybe they're not even the best (there are any mexicans and thats a kick for me, for Ive seen true mexican talent here) but I am lazy and I wanted to show this before losing the idea through my crazy upcomming week.


Ill with joy, solitude and simple speculation


Cozy smell of cookies and tales of the old continent; crossing your present and traveling away in waters, colors and brushes.


Oblique transparency. Mystery and shade. Noise and turbulence behind a Big Black mask.


Bububububububububububu.


Wasted shoes tell infinite stories....


You must find out the rest...

Best regards.

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Back to University. I will be underground again for around 6 months.


Cheers.

LINKS:

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Estoy desnuda y nadie me interpreta,
el cabello,
tan sutíl,
lo que me cubre es una tira de tu cabello.

Si estuviera muerta, ¿quién me interpreta?
Mis senos se amontonan en una superficie predecible,
plana,
sensual.
Puedes recorrer tus dedos en cavidades,
pensamientos permisibles, inagotables;
me reconocerías.

Soy la más pura porquería;
No TE conduces a mí por la decencia;
el deseo,
la enervadura,
la caída;

la totalidad del cuerpo.

Lo permisible del sueño ajeno
en mí misma es el momento grato;
venga o no, es envenenamiento.

Mamo lo dulce de la línea,
lo inútil de la salivación;
lo inútil de la espera;

el efecto de la presencia, la totalidad del ojo repulsivo;

todo tú, alusiones...


Indeseable, acausal, idiota;

Si me enlistaras la existencia: me linearías la vida.

Vete, esfúmate... te envídio:
Tómame de la frente y escupe que yo...
te espero en alguna forma.

Te acuso, te privas, ¿crees tú?
mi más asqueroso anhelo... ¿qué es esto? el asqueo, la furia.

No te amo ni te temo; te aprisiono en mí,

que la muerte aguarda,

YA ESTAS MUERTO Y POR ESO TE ENVIDIO.


-nAAgROm.



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