MYSTIC.
Because my office is
silence to your word,
when I choose,
the names of things are presumed
cut peak in its ruins.
Again, what she hears is me lip
indifferent because I'm his opponents
mirage of the world, one of her lovers and if you ask
would never know
the color of my eyes in a speech
small scars. Rafael
Correcher
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The ring at the waist the money
ring and air brushes air belt air
inertia arc you know how to "cease
cyclic air friction
point the eye still blind eye
of Hurricane blameless the fixed point
without the spiral path of the dervish
moved to the center circle where the clear?
Forest
always moved to dissolve the knot
takes the lump in the chest twist knot
waist ring. Magic
stop that may be now.
José María Pastor
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JOY.
Bordano , joy.
Clávanos in your silk skin holy
And fill us pores of colors.
Duélenos
gently with your spear
moon to further entrench within.
And do not cut the thread.
cosines the brother who visit
to extend the world your wreath.
Bordano , joy
well as shawls
a garden of carnations on the merits
very black.
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Pilar Verdú
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THE BLIND OF JERICHO . As Cured
retraced his steps and in the penumbra pm
suddenly saw another light very within your being
dark pit that seemed split by a moon
East
pure and so on are
gave
account that had been double-blind
.
Mila Villanueva .
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NIGHT
The scrambed ethereal the 'go .
the 'go leaving that the joke of Disperse
sense. Walking with the world
in direction the world follows ,
and do not know say it. At nights empty
with the your tablet and arm of dancer
of flexo,
with a little role of and some pen
to announce a product pharmaceutical
(s doctor Mary )
leave ... not what I could see
( as now body estimated the past , the
conditional, the glance, a scratch, a
detail INFI), but the cossatge
of time, a brief treaty of magic ,
ol ' axis imaginary by where the wheel
balfuda of God .
Ivan Brull
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DECÁLOGO JOVEN OF ARTIST AND
The Manchado
solemn wind as old recent
in my hand now
a face on the cold
in the infinite loneliness of another creature
understand that life is fragile dignity
in
romantic left in the grass but nothing
but he says
irreverence.
Angela Mela
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BORE MINE
Anima mine, you
so there is no way under any
than my way of living. Anima
mine, mild, in my custody, lates
you that in all beating and the inert,
encouraged in my taste for life that shines on you you,
my carnal creature, but disembodied. Anima
me, me. I think there
although not believe in you, because you believe in this rogation
that I pray. Just
you dream and you dream of me. Just
So you sing and you sing to me. Anima
mine blast, my soul,
infúndeme of you, you inspire me,
you to breathe while I breathe. You
in me, wake up, provided that
awake is
to invent.
As you make up you-always-
candles to those who usurp me, every night,
at night of the soul. Anima
true, we, undivided. Nothing
know each other. Who can
downplaying the unexpressed ?
Who can rob us we are not?
Carlos Marzal
Pictured
from left to right: Nacho Perez (guitar), Enrique Linares (member association Concilyarte ), Rafael Correcher Haro (member Association Concilyarte ) , Guillermo Cano, José María Pastor (member Association Concilyarte ) Tony Sales (actor), Mila Villanueva (Member Association Concilyarte ) Angela Mela, Ricardo Bellveser , Gloria de Frutos (Association member Conclilyarte ), Vicente Gallego, Elena Escribano and Sara Juárez (actress).
We all thank you for your cooperation .
In the photograph of Derecho a time of action of Pereda and Nacho Henry Linares.
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(Photographer: John Sanz Fax)
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