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ADRIANA CAMACHO
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DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY



Aah, you know I love you baby
So why do not you call me You know my number

3927704 Call anytime

Aah

Waits, Tom. "The Black Reader." Translated by Alberto Manzano. Madrid, Celeste Ediciones, 1994.

ever come our way than we ever imagined beings, or perhaps deep inside ourselves, and we idealized ... those things that would cause us to feel the need to be called. A single number could ignite the flame ... but could also extinguish this deep feeling and drabs, opening a gap that perhaps the other person on the other hand, never suspecting the terrible feeling that is caused by their absence. Hope

heartbreaking longing boundless dreams, images that are on the horizon, and that sometimes come crashing through any obstacle in life. And what lies behind telepathy? Is there? Perhaps, and most certainly, if these two souls were found through their eyes in a furtive exchange of glances and deep, that it refers passions, planting the longed flame of love. But you need to be in mutual harmony, the same as that phone would ring a thousand times.

For what that number! For what this phone! It would be better not to. But if so, communication would drown the pain and agony increase invade every minute that peace so little so far to wait that much-desired call. What reason would there be in the intersection of these roads, if the fingerprint is captured for good? How does cause much unrest number?

solitary Astros

waiting for the sun and moon wonderful sharp at stations in the world and the sun shines and the moon comes pouring Eastern images on parks and lands on streets and breakfast tea. The windows of a medieval hotel burned melancholy. Smoked owned by silences, wrote to alleys, and bars filled with pirates and whores invisible corner to corner you were swallowing the smoke from their ruins. Suddenly, shivering on the floor of a street in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bcrossed suns like moons helpless. Hear me, darkness cheat on other planets subways kept alone in his wick.

Goyes Narvaez, Julio César. "The Echo and the Gaze." Bogotá, Trilce publishers, 2001.

Depth, once it falls into the abyss or entering a tunnel without a background, is traveled by thousands of experiences, voices, sounds, images, illusions. Human beings are so mysterious, that contains within itself a maze of metaphors.

Imagination transported into unknown dimensions through this wonderful gift that life has given us, is like traveling without leaving our room, our den. Mixture of the predictable and indecipherable that combine space, time, place, feeling, emotional state. Flashes of passion, commitment, seduction, excitement for what our soul cries out to the four winds. Set of minutes, hours, years, centuries, during which living beings were created as full of the magic of nature.

Photo: Andres Torres Guerrero.

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LILIANA Astroz

dracolaj@hotmail.com JAIME DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY

BEHIND THE PALMS

It is not unusual to find a situation of these, I'm sure many people who leave their country with hope in your pocket and the other just a handful of nothing. It is dangerous from any point of view and we know that, but I'm not the right person to give testimony to the scourge of migration, which does not mean that I do not care. This story contains elements of despair, every detail in the description of his suffering only makes me think that one should definitely face a situation of distress too great to go out and adventure, to risk losing their lives in the attempt to want to get better. Most likely there are scattered around the remains or bodies of people who missed a day without saying a word and what I find most distressing, leaving an immense anguish of loved ones, I must confess that like many, is something that hits me very hard because you're talking about wishes, hopes, desires, and Suddenly everything comes to nothing ...

But what I can see the end of this story is like a series of hallucinations that were not very clear to me (why resume the text and read it more quiet), I found words of resignation, descriptions of what is supposed death and assumed a strange way, it's like suddenly I also have felt dizzy from the story. RONALDO


born MENENDEZ Havana (Cuba) in 1970.Sus stories have appeared in numerous anthologies of Cuba (''The last shall be first,''UNEAC Yearbook 1994,''Story of Angels''and''The amphora of the devil, among other ''), Mexico, Venezuela, Spain, Argentina, Colombia and France. Works as a literary critic and art with leading Cuban journals. He currently resides in Lima (Peru), where he worked with the El Comercio newspaper columnist, and worked as a professor of journalism at the University of Applied Sciences.


we would have liked her to be eternal

I think this text is linked to the desire of many people in front of someone special, in this case an actress, although deceased continues to arouse the curiosity of the protagonist of this work, nothing strange indeed, considering that even today Elvis Presley's day complaint, intrigue, and of course worship. What caught my attention in this story was definitely the end, really quite original and I never imagined something like that, I really think it's a little crazy, well ... But I must also talk about over the years both of the persons mentioned therein, as the protagonist of the story, everything in life happens and even those things that we consider almost "divine" are exempt from the final that everyone brings. At each step the author develops an air of melancholy, but "the need for a change of heart" is something I still wonder ...

Iván Thays: Born in Lima on October 21, 1968. He studied literature and linguistics at the Pontificia Universidad Catolica del Peru, where he graduated in 1992. Has published a book of short stories "The photographs of Frances Farmer in 1992 (reissued in 1999 in Lima, and in 2001 in Spain). Also, the novels "Hunting Scene" in 1995 (reissued in 2001 in Lima), "The inner journey" 1999 and "The discipline of vanity" in 2000. His stories have appeared in anthologies in Spain ("Airlines"), Mexico ("The Hours and hordes"), United States (English speaking) and Peru ("Peruvian story Anthology 1979-2001"). It has also been invited as a writer to literary events in Spain, Mexico, Venezuela, Colombia, Cuba and Bolivia. In 2001 he won the Prince Claus of the Netherlands and was finalist for the Romulo Gallegos of Venezuela for the novel "The discipline of vanity." He currently serves as conductor of a literature program on national television, called "Vano Oficio", soon to be three years on the air.

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