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Link to my review of this wonderful book
http://www.dosmanzanas. We
com/index.php/archives/618 in http://latabernadelmar.blogspot.com/

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Well the day, and elputojacktwist Amuitz masks are removed and sit down to enjoy a wine in the tavern of the sea. I hope there.

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The Sea Tavern Jack, I swear ...

everything, yellow and falls and runs away with the air does not return (Luis Cernuda )

four months ago I entered the film and the lights came on at the end and I stayed in because he wanted the time to stop. And he did, at least four months. He had witnessed a story that touched me deeply, he saw a beautiful movie, an unforgettable character, the most beautiful film history (Jack Twist). I tried to fill all the gaps, invent scenes that did not exist, others too painful to justify, explain all eyes, all smiles, looking for a meaning to every ray of light, every truck, every sheep, invent a before and after. I do not know if this had any effect: the movie was perfect, everything was there. And yet to me has helped me to keep going through life, to reaffirm the same convictions that had sixteen years to remove all other unnecessary things that the years I have been putting up and are just a drag . And above all has helped me regain the ability to thrill, and to go down the street looking in the eyes of people and shouting: I'm alive!.

That and a lot of friends, unforgettable message, goodbyes, congratulations overwhelming. I just wanted to get excited over and that really you got it.

The flame is going out slowly and I prefer to blow, I've always been impatient. Anyway
elputojacktwist know that turns on itself up there in the galaxy, and I watched, which is awaiting his message of universal love is not diminished one iota, and he wants in whatever you do in your life think What would have done the fucking Jack Twist?
Anyway this will not delete (I guess) and will here to when you will remember this day so fantastic that we have lived. And now is the turn of accounting gray. I will continue with the memory of elputojacktwist in http://www.dosmanzanas.com/ (already know) on my side more demanding and will continue recommending books and movies that heteronym that has given me so much joy.

But now I take off the mask and pick up a book name gray, and I'm in a bar chatting with other letraherido you already know, a white tavern overlooking the ocean and you will have news soon. A tavern in front of the Atlantic Pessoa, Cavafy to the Mediterranean, the South China Sea Gil de Biedermann, the inland seas of Lorca or San Juan de la Cruz (and other seas that my fellow sufferer will teach us) I hope there breathing sprinkled salt and foam. Continue to use this blog to keep you informed and anything else I can think of.

And now a request: on Saturday July 1st or around that date, you have the opportunity to show the world that you are not willing to return to kill Jack Twist, to re-experience Ennis del Mar, Alma, Lureen , their children. Come out to the street, show the world the power of love and the infinity of his ways.

To all who read and wrote: THANK YOU.

So here goes,
this is the end,
get ready, take
hands, blow on

all at once and we send the fucking Jack Twist the other end of the universe:
ONE .......... DOS

.............

and THREE.

(stay tuned anyway, sometimes the flames do not go well and the wind begins to blow at night and when we realize that the fire is sweeping the forest)

Let me dedicate this post to my Ennis del Mar , which takes four months sleeping with sheep and bonfires. Impossible is nothing more beautiful ending:

If the man could say
(Luis Cernuda, Forbidden Pleasures (1931)

If man could say what he loves,
If a man could raise his love for the sky
Like a cloud in the light;
If, as walls crumble,
To greet the truth straight in the middle, I could break down their
body, leaving nothing but the truth of his love,
The truth of himself,
That is not called glory, wealth or ambition, love or desire
But,
I would be one who imagined;
He who with his tongue, his eyes
hands and proclaims to the people the truth ignored
The truth of his true love. Freedom

not know but the freedom of being a prisoner in someone whose name I can not hear without chill;
Someone to me forget this miserable existence,
For Whom the day and night are to me what you want,
And my body and spirit floating around your body and spirit, lost logs
As the sea flooded or closed
freely, freedom of love
The only freedom which exalts me,
The only freedom that I die.

You justify my existence:
If you do not know you have not lived;
If I die without knowing, I do not die, because I have not lived.

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Life before Ennis

little to tell of life before I met Jack Ennis, little to tell the universe before the Big Bang, because time was born in the Big Bang and Jack Twist fucking born the day he parked his van in front of the booth Aguirre:

do not know what the hell I come to spend a summer herding sheep on the mountain, alone or with a garrulous pastor and smelly, and with this thing that van more than noise and see who the hell sent me to my coming to the end of the world, and there seems to be many people, but unfortunately will come here looking for a job like this, and then park the car and you see, leaning against the dusty wall squinting in the sun, rolling a cigarette, under a blue sky is almost white, with one foot on the wall, squinting, smiling sideways, with that half smile which brightens my nights dark, and you turn the cigar and breathe the smoke and breathe out and suddenly noticed that widen my lungs because I want to grab all the air, you suddenly feel I have to get everything out of you, all your looks, all your half-smiles, your sighs are all mine, all the winks you do me the sun do to me, there is no other skin that receive the touch of your hands, leaned there, looking at me with scorn, thinking perhaps I should be very stupid or too useless to come here to ask for work, but I just think about the nights that we will pass under the stars in the times we go for a swim in the streams, the times that I will caress your hair when you get asleep front of the fire, in the kisses that I'm going to steal metal cups to leave forgotten in the time ahead so that our stories are told (although I have little to tell, but since I've seen your eyes Blue I think I did a full stop), and now I know what the hell I come, I'm coming for you, cowboy, you look through the rearview mirror, I shave because I never thought I would need it today, and I see the shadow your body on the dusty wood and look at you straight in profile, face up and face down, and I see nothing wrong, people are going to say what the hell I lost time behind an idiot like you, but cards are already drawn, just finished my life as Jack, and now I just want to be you. And now I go to the entrance of the house and it all starts here.

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Protest Next stop: Brokeback Mountain (collaboration of Carlos)


Carlos ( ferrostahl@gmail.com ) sent this story, so you traveling a bit by the rock. Follows in the comments.

April 1970. Jack was preparing a new journey to Wyoming to meet with Ennis. Since 1967, this would be the seventh encounter with the man who left an indelible mark his life. Day 13 were due to meet in Riverton, Jack was not superstitious, but this time came to consider, as an unexpected recalentón of his van (he never excelled in mechanics or car maintenance), which left her out of orbit, was about to disrupt their plans. Finding solutions to the serious problem, Jack recalled that Brandon, Lauren's uncle (brother of his hateful father-though much more pleasant and intelligent), was Chief of Station in Childress. He also had a particular devotion to his niece, so we both went to see him at the station and explained what was happening. In just over half an hour the problem was solved: the next day, early in the evening, Childress had his arrival in Seattle espresso, which could take up to Cheyenne. They would take another train to Montana because the line was part of the Union Pacific, Santa Fe and the company did not reach further north of Cheyenne. Immediately, Jack went to the post office to send a telegram to Riverton, which read: "Meeting Basin railway station 2:30 p.m. April 14 mechanical problems I train stop stop stop I leave tomorrow morning greetings Jack." The message was not responded to Ennis, though he had received with some surprise.

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leave the link to my review on dosmanzanas of this film.
http://www.dosmanzanas.com/index.php/archives/564

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here watching the fire and dreaming no more

Pon and Ana asked me to explain that he felt when Jack Twist Ennis first embraced him. They expect anything else but I only get this:

here watching the fire and dreaming, always dreaming, dreaming about last night was not the same as the other times has this happened to me, dreaming that the beating in your chest against my back beat was not the same animal at other times but there was something else, dreaming that now you wake up and leave the store, dreaming that you look at how I'm standing here thinking I'm asleep, dreaming that you smile while you blink your eyes for the beam sun appearing through the clouds, dreaming that you get up and come to me slowly, quietly, that you take your horse and you're leaving without saying goodbye, as it happened sometimes, but come slowly, quietly, and you get behind me without touching me (but I can feel the beating of your heart and cowboy smell and warmth of your eyes on my neck and the touch of your breath), dreaming that you wait a minute, two minutes, and then you approach your lips to my ear and sing to continue sleeping, standing here in front of the fireplace, and your lips caress my ear, and your eyelashes give me a kiss of blue butterfly, dreaming that you pass a hand over my shoulder but not touch me yet, you spend the other hand touching my hip to bring the two in front of my chest, and then you rest in me and I feel your embrace of a man, I again feel the beat of your heart like last night, I return to notice your weight, your warmth, dreaming and still supported and we sway and smile and smile, and I grabbed her hand and stroke it and I turn around to see if it is true that you are there, but if I dare not disappear, because I do not know if I'm asleep or awake, and then you go, and now you take your horse and go, and then I know that there has been a dream, this time everything has been real, because even notice your warmth on my back, which fades slowly blending into the cold morning air, my skin and tattooed forever in the shadow of your chest, with the pictures that your nose has stopped in my neck, with the secret signs of an invented language that your lips have been leaving my shoulders.

The fucking Jack Twist, which sometimes gets fussy! Sorry ladies, maybe next time.

(read the continuation on Thursday February 23 "And now you take your horse and go")

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Sometimes the world stops

enero20 is it? Does not it stopped for a cold January day?
Well, I thought the world was standing and see where it has become to stop again.
thought about making an album review for 2manzanas and the fifth song stopped time and stayed there. So, for now, I will not be able to write anything. For now, if you ask me what's the most beautiful song in the world would have no doubt. Someone I have already explained my relationship with La Buena Vida , almost fifteen years surprised that this group is not a compulsory subject in secondary study. But it surprised me a few things and one of them Life is Good. I've never liked things finished, they do not admit involvement. So I like Brokeback Mountain, which is why I like The Good Life How is it possible to continue thrilling on each disk? How can always walk to the edge, like a tightrope walker slightly drunk, on the brink? How can so fragile, so beautiful imperfection, both flash of pure art, in the dangerous ledge between sentimentality and sensitivity?

The answer to " Half of our lives " from his new album Vidania .
not know if I ever get to spend in the fifth song. I went

to sleep about two o'clock
and woke up at dawn
almost did not see the reason but I fell into a ravine;
me often occur without warning.
Then came some light through the window and lit
your entire face.
And I was so close to you, doing nothing;
sometimes no more the world is to . First
laughed then cried, and I looked.
I was to think and remember that we

almost half of our lives
I part of you and you mine.
I went to go so far
fear the light and found you right in the middle.

So as projected and planned

believing you do not gonna break,
that luck has to change sometime.
seems that we are like fireworks, let it shine
an instant.
seems that today I will look forward
until everything explodes in the air .

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Today I received the answer

Today everything I've written is justified. If anyone has caught me by the hand and forced me to raise this heavy cost to watch what was on the other side of the mountain, now I understand their motives. Today I received an email with the answer, today I saw what was on the other hand, today anyone who walks through the house looking in the drawers and a question has been answered, Today someone was on his way to a plane crumpled look both directions and was not someone put me on the sidewalk to indicate that perhaps the plane was not even in the area, today life is more beautiful and green trees the sky is bluer, today everything worth it and do it again a thousand times, today is a galaxy out there, lost in space, which shines a little more, just forget that many hours in front of the keyboard, so nights tossing and turning in bed thinking, now I understand the reason for all this.

Everything has been written for you.

Thanks, man.

As Andrew says Lewin (which I will tell you some day if you let me): you do not have to ask pa kiss more puffs on cigars, you do not have to kiss the kisses he is leaving the cells.

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spirals of words (collaboration Amuitz)

recovered from that "poetry Amuitz theorem? " Edukia : IF P then Q, I will do everything possible to make it NOT P? Then get ready to a new sign of their sensitivity eusko polynomial-zen (eskerrik asko jatorra)

words spirals

Repeat lines that express the impossible is absurd, because the impossible is not resolved with sterile lines. But often there is no other way to explain that the impossible can not fix. Can you do anything else?
A good cognac in a beautiful crystal glass, to taste exquisite aroma that all the bitterness is there. Walking against the cold with a wool cap to keep your head warm while the body suffers. Look at the people on the street, to see what evil is spread the possibility of being happy. Write
words, as if to fix something, like solving mathematical operations numerical problems. A set of words, placed in the precise order in search of solution. Fine words, or ugly, while fully expect us free. Phrases round or elliptical, or rectangular augers made to spin: that is writing.
But repeating lines that express the impossible is absurd. So empty as writing zeros before the zeros, so naive as to write zeros after the zeros.

Clarification of himself: In the imagery and the Basque sculpture represents much empty, with the sculptor Jorge Oteiza who in his work put more emphasis in representing. In fact, the word "huts" in Euskera is translated as "zero" and "empty, nothing" (although the math is not quite correct)

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One afternoon in May

afternoon will slowly falling yellow light pollen spread, spill onto the reeds and light rays, laughter and silence of anxieties and hopes and desires shared laughter and, for once we are no names in bold, but people of flesh and blood, people who have come after five hours of bus to be a while with us, and returning home after another five hours, listening to stories that make us the creeps: the mother who makes the sandwich thinking that your child is in the field with his friends (you'll see that release when you have to lie, but all in time), the boy who burned fiddled while Rome (who accompanied his friend with Down syndrome to a movie and fell asleep), which became the fan Brokeback Mountain by the usher (thankfully did not put Die Hard), the teacher's very keen on homoeroticism, that of the mother who brings bilbainitos, the girl's surprising that not valued as it should, that of the girl who saw the film a January 20 and could not share of the accounting gray suit hung on the rack and pulled the shirt drawer bought at eighteen ...

And it falls in the afternoon and read your messages, and the names of your cities that will never be what were for us, because you walk through its streets, and weave the threads and ties are created, we we domesticated, and travel through the wire heaven to San Sebastián, Albacete, Cuenca, Canarias, Pamplona, \u200b\u200bBarcelona, \u200b\u200bMallorca, Costa Brava, Valencia, Bilbao, Vigo, Alicante, Sevilla, Granada, Toledo and more away to Buenos Aires, Mexico City, Lima, Monterrey, Mendoza. ... (sorry for forgetting but it's Monday). And the evening

not seem to want to go (and not forget that phrase, "a long time since I was so happy" may be so, just like this, always?) And in silence, think of the many gifts this film has given us, and certainly this is the best: to spend an evening with such wonderful people, and the memory (forever now) that May afternoon in which we were a little happier.

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I leave the link to the review that I made this film in dosmanzanas.
http://www.dosmanzanas.com/index.php/archives/521

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Another 10,000 are

reach the 10,000 visits today. It seems like yesterday when I was grateful for the 5,000 and see where we are now.

I leave this post for people who have created a blog and I have not mentioned (I know that there are many) will hang in the comments.
And I recommend another blog, the boy who saw BBM in the enrollment of trucks and clashed with them, my neighbor, the first person he met elputojacktwist without knowing that it was.
This blog promises (all he promises).
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Moreover, this is still the most visited blog takes 2manzanas. Thanks again. And if you had a reason to visit this wonderful page, now you have two: Amuitz . THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK

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Galaxies Farewell

Many have asked me about choosing my pseudonym "elputojacktwist." I guess it all has become clear after reading some of the texts written here. Today I learn that a group of astronomers has named Jack Twist to a galaxy, a huge world star that rotates on itself, and I imagine Jack in space, floating like a swimming pool, or back to the womb, quietly lost in the sky, quiet at last.

If someone has decided to leave the name of Jack Twist in the sky forever, if millions of people feel that the heart turns to them whenever they see a cowboy hat, if a book has been on the verge gray (today ) from falling to the ground after having struck an original DVD in your hands (the British), if someone thought we should buy two instead of one, to give the second to a rural library and that this film can be seen worldwide is that something is happening.

I by my part, I feel happy every time I look at the sky, knowing that up there is a galaxy named Jack Twist, that spins forever, spreading their love across the sky, that will be there long after it disappears this planet, perhaps in the galaxy has a tiny planet in which people live for others, who cares about giving your love next to it (but all are next because the planet is small) and every time we receive the light of that galaxy so far away we are getting a little bit of boundless love Jack Twist, who feel its light as a caress or a blow of his breath on our necks. Gil de Viedma

left us with a request:

Pandrossou Street

In the Plaka,
toward Monastiraki,
vulgar street with many shops.

If anyone wants me
ever going to Greece
and passes through there, especially in summer, I
entrusted to it.

was Monday
August after a year atrocious newcomer.
suddenly I remember that I loved life,
because the street smelled
a kitchen and shoe leather

Do the same with the galaxy of Jack Twist.