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Well, after long time I felt the need to hang something because it does not walk well ... For reasons not sat dirent to produce anything new but luckily Ilike Magazine magazine gave me, plus the chance to show my side cartoonist, the excuse for everyone to resume this month that I like. So now I hang the orders of these last 4 months.
The interview, as always, by Javier Pellicer
I hope you like.
Greetings to those who go out there and, as always, thanks for your comments. Paul

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I can write the saddest lines tonight

Hace algún tiempo tuve heartbroken. He had broken so many times it ends up. I lived without it for a while. Then returned. He decided to love again. But the hearts seem to always be on the verge of breaking. The problem is to be hopelessly romantic. Surely if a woman more liberated and less dreamy, then I have this predisposition to be hurt, to love passionately believe in the love stories of fairy tales, happily ever after! In any case, since the point that my heart is broken again and frankly I do not know why, maybe in a past life I was a very bad man, I think it's good to remember the pain. It is a purging process to in some way remember that you can continue living despite the pain and loss. You could say that a poorly-live, or live the ruins of cataclysms, but something is there, painfully beating and move on.

Maybe there is no more than swimming in our own tears and blood and see ourselves beautiful. And then laugh because it's better to laugh than to be suffering. It might not be more than send us all to hell. Foolish heart! What were you thinking when you turned to love? Perhaps you thought this time would be different? What did you think? Do this time you thought you were going to love forever? Silly! No matter. You're not gonna feel sorry for this time. We're going to have a coffee and let's talk about your travels, your pain, your absences, and perhaps also of those times that you loved so much and let you fool. Then we'll laugh together and the next time we will travel both. At least my heart, we have each to the other and that's all that counts. Right?

For someone who has the destructive potential of a tsunami and because she knows the pain of a broken heart:

Poem by Pablo Neruda 20

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write, for example: "The night is starry
and shiver, blue stars in the distance."

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

At night like this, I in my arms.
kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
I not have loved her great still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
think that I have not. Feel that I lost.

hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.

does it matter that my love could not keep.
The night is starry and she is not me.

That's it. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is lost without her.

as though to my eyes search.
My heart looks, and she is not me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, then, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, true, but how I loved.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

the other. Will be someone else. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.

Because on nights like this I held my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these the last verses that I write.

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While some men flirt with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing psychologists and delivered to the battalion unemployed coffee, cookies and poorer psychological test, others - perhaps suspected collaborators of the regime devastating - fantasy wrapped in seconds and give any other applications to test. Such is the case of the Bender test and back following:

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A disaster-movie cocktail referring to Monsters - with a different sound (perhaps the language of whales) which can be summarized from a simplistic perspective, this way:

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Cloverfield + road + District 9

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Ponele

Something like that, let's put Ponele wave. Everything is love. Everything is nice. Very cute. Call it that way, everything will be better.

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The house moves The rabid

They cast foam, cast blood.

Rabia.

Rage!

The more I think that word, I feel more
burning inside.

Rabies spreads like
snowflakes decorating the children's carol,
gathered around a camping stove,
them, rabid
spat blood spurts.

That ominous music,
full of all the childhood terror that not a monster movie
could provide.
That music sounds on my trip
while reading the rabid
blaspheming the windows of expensive shops,
organizing feasts in their wanderings,
devouring the skin layers of nuns, acolytes
,
chicxs scout, adolescents
Christian rockers.

The rabid flight. They take

foam, cast blood, blood and foam
,
coagulant to the glorious icon of the Virgin Luján.

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All dentists are pretty

My dentists are high, cute,
other students should have been a twinkle beauty

still young and has a charming smile.
Whence came this race? Is it another world?
Somehow, nothing less than a social
class play.
torture me with infinite tenderness,
slender fingers wrapped in latex. In moments of pain
peak,
begin to think how will their lives and how one gets used
to suffer for the benefit of a goal
deferred.
hear the musical kitsch
not forgive anyone. Speculate on the ability
manual perhaps a profession that guarantees
a minimum level imaginary dream
scale of the economy, even servile
, wet, monotonous
as slave labor for another
enjoyment. And so little in those afternoons I fall asleep and forget
punctures.
There is value, just a response to aggression
intermittent and prolonged.
But I can understand or remember
of his skinny body with half of what weighs
now fastened to a stretcher
mobile machine will shoot

phosphorescent liquid through channels
tiny bodies and just
starting two months. I can see it still mourn the injection

radioactive material and tired then close your eyes,
asleep while moving apparatus hell

mechanical axes and lit electronic devices. No courage needed
: resignation this
by a well that is not there. I do,
and did not have, did not want, but just
not escaped me cry. Laocoon
snakes will cry when I pressed dark
,
but not for himself but for his children.
sentence was absurd, nonsensical, stupid
almost divine, and the moment when the howling
huge
seemed to rule on his lips, pressed
teeth and decided to die like a statue.
Baby will thistles surrounding the body of a technology
increasingly foolish and dreamed
inaccessible beauty.
So that now, my dentist, who ignore the existence of evil
.
are dedicated to their craft and do not imagine the sad
patient's thoughts.
carefree humming songs speak for themselves, and as my son
,
perfectly healthy, laugh at the smallest of gestures
someone else makes them.




Mattoni Silvio was born in Cordoba 1969. In poetry, published The Byzantine (1994), Three dramatic poems (1995), Sagittarius (1998), canephora (2000), The larvae country (2001), Threads ( 2002), Ride (2003), sentimental Poems (2005), Trips (2006), Neglect (2007), The division of the day. Poems 1992-2000 (2008) and Heroes (2009). At trial, the books Koré (2000), Silver Bowl (2003), and This (2008). Translated Henri Michaux, Francis Ponge, Catullus, Marguerite Duras, Diderot, Mario Luzi, Georges Bataille, Cesare Pavese, Pascal Quignard, Louis-René des Forêts, Yves Bonnefoy and Robert Marteau, among others.

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Someday, Paris

poetry, dance and love. How incomprehensible! And yet they are fed bits of beauty that every day. Sometimes seek perfect love, the perfect poem, perfect motion, but all that eludes us. There are those perfect eternal, but only those moments of beauty and perfection: a crane, breaking the blue sky and the moon in the afternoon, hanging wires and two birds standing on them, the static flight of hummingbirds, the patience of a cat against its prey, the precision of one word with another. This will form the sentences of my life, full of moments of pure perfection, the rest are just ideas.

And yet, unable to translate this poem "perfect" ("perfect for what? Perfect for whom?) I found a rare jewel as it does today, but perfect, it should be. Today nothing is out of place, everything is beautiful, now the sun shines and the moon rises in the east, is now perfect. And although the physical absence of someone to grieve, but the hugs and kisses not materialize, today is perfect.

Paris someday be ours. Dance till you drop. For now there remains only a memory. E infinite thanks for sharing your moments of beauty. E ste you want is a real moment, as 12 years ago, and within many more.

Dance me to the end of love

by Leonard Cohen (song)

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.

let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon.

show me slowly what I only know the limits of.

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on.

Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long.

We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above.

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born.

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn.

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn.

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in.

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove.

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

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This is the cartoon for a new issue of Magazine Ilike Spain.
Another good news is that I got the numbers you review published today and I was really surprised at such good quality of the print magazine and my job!
Many thanks to all who make the magazine.
I hope to have some new work soon. Greetings to all

pablo

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After all, you always manage to reach the grand design but never know how things are really concerned. Sam Raimi is a powerhouse of anarchy; shows that Keaton gag continues and black humor is a necessary condition for our existence.

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salvation shines a tiny nut covered
Color caustic bath, bronze
second grade, so you
reaches the portal of the kitchen: The kitchen

termination, kitchen
Abel,
and its owner, Abel.

sleeps among his saints with the electricity board
Gauchito Gil faded in the shadow of San Cayetano,
their drowned virgin resin and glue.

All this in a steam bath in the kitchen, between the pipes once
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its magic - that of Picci -
scuffing the walls as feline
inscribed with his nickname and color
nights de éxtasis de horas extras.

Allí, señores, donde antes funcionara un viejo baño,
Abel se torna una bestia.

Se despoja de sus elementos de seguridad
sus guantes,
sus botas,
sus protectores auditivos,
sus botines de seguridad.

Allí, señores, comienza a revolcarse entre la mugre de la tintorería
colmando su rostro de miseria y locura de baños.

La cocina hecha vapor caliente:

lo desintegra,
llena de cáncer su espíritu

su cuerpo, muta a una simulación de Tolkien
de asquerosidad Gollum.

Sólo puede salvarlo lo siguiente:

"S something for the kitchen door I
glancing sheet roofs Varela.
bitter I bait a few mates watching my evergreen
that, you know, I've rescued from the jaws of Pritchard Park and now

and 27 years,
rocks in my hands
in a trash can.


I pour myself a mate between the leaves to shine a little more life . "

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Maybe I hit one out . A piece of cake now and then, not bad.

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still does not work was finished but I decided to draw the bomb in my head with the burning wick to have all raised the cartoon and then define the missing information. As I said, the pump was turned on and within minutes .... exploded!

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companies that revolution bicentennial Fatima gave us

assume no mistakes, no doubt, is part of a work culture perfectly idiotic and cannibal. I guess the only way to begin to "do things" should be that the high head-understood why the most noble and caste hierarchies-that command the company, finally assume that they have a shitty corporation.

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Magizine

This is collaboration for the May issue of the journal Ilike Magazine in Spain. Below are the cartoons of the above numbers (which I have already posted) placed on the page for the interview, superbly performed by Javier Pellicer.
This time is another writer, Gervasio Lopez, who published his first novel.
can see more of her work in BLOG.
Hope you like
Greetings to all and many thanks for your comments. Paul


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