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Pensar todo el día en una historia, y en la noche ese drama síquico del dinero te imposibilita narrar. Cómo poder narrar esta noche, si la presión social de los agentes económicos me están friendo los sesos, quieren mi alma, quieren la serena boca flagelada.
Coloco mi cabeza en los pechos de una mujer deshuesada, sin alma ni carne, termino pensando que las sabanas son las cuerdas del cielo. Una boca me esta succionando al centro de la tierra, me imposibilito de los engranajes vivos, quiero ser un fantasma que asuste a los pájaros en sus nidos, en tu abecedario no hay vocales, no puedo dormir, por las noches sufro de un delirio de poemas, un insomnio de mujeres protuberantes que me despiertan relatándome pecados, y no hay nadie, abro los ojos y veo una hoja, dos lápices, un monto de papel higiénico, hojas de diario marcadas en los avisos de trabajo, una calculadora de versos, 5 bufandas jugando a las serpientes.
Sufro de soledad crónica, sufro de palabras agudas, sufro de personas que me encierran en un ovulo economicista, ruego dios padre del terror por desmentir mi balanza, que todo se incline hacia el cielo, desgrávate dolor, desgrávate conciencia, desgrávate cuenta corriente del silencio.
No sabes cuanto muero cada noche, la poesía me va transformando en una cascada de sangre, el maldito infortunio de la noche que me trae a mis ojeras las estrellas, presiento el movimiento de la tierra, y todas las estrellas que sufren de alzheimer nunca mas pudieron volver a casa y terminaron refugiadas en mis ojos, están ahí amontonadas en mi iris, están ahí atontadas y marchitas, deslucidas y famélicas en un campo de contracción, trabajando día y noche por un pedazo de sol.
Estuve tanto tiempo en el espanto, que vivo buscando refugio en la inocencia, y me escondo todo el día en la sala de recién nacidos de los hospitales, me escondo todo el día en los jardines y los parques mirando los ojos de la calma. Huyo del espanto respirando la inocencia, me quedo a vivir en los carruseles, coloco mis manos en los columpios y voy volando de flor en flor recolectando el polen de los sueños.
Hago mi guarida en el centro de las bibliotecas donde me entierro de cuentos, huyo calle abajo para escuchar el sonido de las campanas, y me quedo quieto esperando el trino de la mañana.
Here's another shot of The Late Great Hughie Thomasson playing in Aurora Illinois in August of 2007. The Outlaws put on a great show. Sadly Hughie passed away about a month after this picture was taken. They played all the classics, including Green Grass and High Tide, There Goes Another Love Song and Ghost Riders in the Sky.
feb. 1, 2007 - i just got my braces on... i look like a dork but i'm looking forward to having a pretty smile.
Le pont Castonguay
Vue à travers l'histoire du numérique
Ici photographié avec ma nouvelle acquisition, le Sigma SD14 sorti en 2007 et son fameux capteur X3 Foveon!
Sigma SD14 (2007)
Capteur APS-C Foveon de 4.6 MP (2652 x 1768)
Ou bien de 14 MP (2652 x 1768) x3 couches
Prix: $1,850.00 CAD
Photos prise avec le Sigma 24-105mm F4 DG OS HSM Art
(avec un facteur de multiplication de 1.7)
100-800 (1600) ISO
The Ferrari F2007 is a Formula One motor racing car that was constructed by Scuderia Ferrari Marlboro to compete in the 2007 FIA Formula One World Championship. The F2007 was the fifty-third single-seater car which the team have built to use in Formula One. As part of new FIA rules for the 2008 season which included banning driver aids via the introduction of a standard ECU for all teams, the F2007 was the last Ferrari Formula One car to use traction control. The car is best known for providing Kimi Räikkönen with his first World Championship title and the team with its first Constructor's title since Michael Schumacher helped them win both in the 2004 Formula One season
Twee diesellocs komen voorbij met een goederentrein.
Two dieselengines are passing by with a freight working.
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The community was built to house the staff working at the Burwash Industrial Farm (also referred to as the Burwash Correctional Centre), a provincial jail that housed anywhere from 180 to 820 inmates during its history. The prison opened in 1914 and shuttered in 1975, after it was deemed to be too costly to run despite it being a self-sufficient institution.
Prior to the construction of Highway 69, Burwash was an isolated location in the Wanapitei River valley, accessible only from a nearby station on the Canadian Northern Railway (today's Canadian National Railway). At its peak, the correctional facility owned 35,000 acres (14,164 ha) and leased an additional 100,000 acres (40,469 ha) of land, and was the fourth-largest employer in the Sudbury area. Following the construction of Highway 69, the facility became less isolated and signs were posted on the highway advising motorists not to pick up hitchhikers in the area due to the possibility of convict escapes.
Because the prison's geographic isolation meant that employees could not simply commute from Sudbury or Killarney on a daily basis, a townsite was required for the guards and support staff that worked at the prison farm and the community, built by inmate labor, housed anywhere up to about 1,000 residents. It boasted a public school, which went from kindergarten through grade 10 at one point, a church, a post office, a barber shop, a tailor shop and a shoe repair shop. There was also a grocery store that sold bread made by the inmates, meat from the farm and vegetables produced by the inmates, as well as other grocery items which were brought in from Sudbury. Milk was delivered to the door by horse and wagon and the garbage was picked up by a different horse and wagon. There was a complete working sawmill, which milled the trees cut down by inmates. The village was built from the lumber and all of the provincial parks were provided with picnic tables made there as well. Burwash was considered to be almost self-sufficient, with the inmates working at various trades and receiving an education.
One of the few successful escapes from the prison took place on May 17, 1966, when convicted murderer Wayne Ford and two other prisoners escaped into the bush, walking for 16 miles before stealing a car and making it to Toronto. All three were eventually recaptured, and transferred to maximum security institutions.