Thursday, July 31, 2008

I Have Brown Discharge & When I Wee Burns

Live to play.

"But ... "Three hours later?!



The girl was struggling in multiple reactions and as many claims. That guy looked like a typical frustrated just call until given the "cookie." No problem for her. Or so it seemed the young.



"Yes, sir Mandro. Their connecting flight to Sao Paulo has reached the estimated time delay, our company will apologize and to make bearable the wait will offer access to the VIP room.



The young passenger was about to explode exteriorized but not any feeling. In his right hand suffered a backgammon board pressure contain the anger fingers until the knuckles whitened.



"Miss ...- looked at the name embroidered on the bodice of the girl .- Mendy, perhaps his beloved company to bribe other passengers with these goodies, but in my case I demand a more logical explanation. I used only the typical: "You know, there is turbulence, fog, the butterfly effect causing minor delays in such and such then added ..." Know which is the third time I leave the ground so far this month. I want that person's immediate superior, so that put me contact with someone of higher rank until someone gives me a solution.



- It's Wendy! - His voice sounded a little high for that girl Bregeda .- Mr. Mandro, I suggest you relax .- smile had vanished, but returned to the sweet voice .- I understand that this nervous. All his fellow passengers seems more logical to wait a bit before claiming, if the delay is less than estimated.



"In that case, they have their problem solved. but not me. ...- Miss returns to look at the name .- werdi, after Sao Paulo I have to link to another internal flight to get to Iguazu. Do you know why I hope at the Sheraton Iguazu?



The boy's left hand rests on the counter too violently, scaring the girl who gives a start and move your head from side to side.

- To defend my world championship of backgammon. If I do not lose my crown. All spoiled, because a luggage went to pee and left a package for carrying in God knows where.



She smiles again. But remember that today is not your day. That man is a complete fool.



"I understand their anger, and sorry for you, but the way things are. As soon as get the aircraft on board. Also, know that in case of loss of flight, the company will book a place on the next to get to your destination as quickly as possible.


-Destination
late no-show the plane in less than an hour. Good night, Miss Terdy. Evaristo



away from the counter and yells,



-Go call your coordinator to within two hours this help me get here and complain to someone with some responsibility.



The girl lost her composure for a moment and is about to launch his stapler to the boy's head. Luckily for Evaristo I think this is the last second giving up on it.



His nerves increase with each passing minute, the effort and sacrifice of five years lost by an unholy combination of flights. Unbelievable.

Backgammon started out as fun, but realizing that always won all opponents gave him confidence to become involved the blanket to the head, and start the adventure in the business of game known as the oldest in the world to desktop .



To calm down, decides to find an empty waiting room, not having to deal with hysterical children and grandmothers drill-brains.



When she has five rooms crowded, is a closed for renovation. Do not hesitate for a moment to break the seal and get inside.



Silence at last.



All around the room offers a landscape of scaffolding, tarps, plastic covers and material of paint, but apparently have only begun with one of the panels on the bottom. Chairs and tables are protected by a thick plastic and remote to the right of the entrance. With this cabinet, establishing an office of fortune in a few seconds.



When this sitting down, Evaristo sounds like the seal is again open. For a moment he thinks he sees the figure of a policeman, but rather who appears is a poorly dressed man with a beard without fixing a medium suitcase.



"Oh, excuse you. I thought and hoped no one would be able to take a nap. Mind if you borrow a chair and put me across the room. I promise not to snore, eh?



"While I do not ask for money and not block do what you want. This is a free country.



Thanks.



The man chooses a chair and a table. The easy up and goes to the opposite side where it rests Evaristo.



Once seated with feet on the table and the suitcase in her lap, the Tramp falls into an apparent sleep. None of snoring, is a word man, thinks the boy. Evaristo



takes to train tactics, for it looks on your Ipod the latest videos of his opponent: Hwonty Algiers, the God of backgammon.



Until Evaristo new champion is crowned, the old man with an unpronounceable name and snowy beard, had been the best player in the twentieth century.



While watching the plays, Evaristo uses his board to mimic the movements of her rival. Must improve their best tactic.



"It's good. Very good ... almost perfect. But easily beat you." He thought the champion.



-Vaayaa! If Hwonty The God! That if he is good guy. Evaristo



scared. I had forgotten the tramp. Now is standing behind him watching the small screen of your iPod.



"Easy does not mean to hurt you. So you like backgammon, eh? Want to have a home match until you exit your plane?



"This is not a game for me. This is my future and I can not waste time. No, I will not play with you.



-VAAM, afraid of losing to me, Mr. Champion "I can not lose, I'm perfect?

"As I have been called?

-Oh! I offended you? If you use the technique Smithee ... ended. Better they go to play with the girls from the other room rope. So at least lose a bit that belly.



"As you know I'll use the Smithee? This technique I invented only a few hours ago, but ... How?



"Okay kid, this is my game: if you win you know what to tell you how Smithee. And if you lose ...



"I will not lose.



"And if you lose, you ask a favor.



-What kind of favor?



"That you care to know now, if not missed. Dare or not?



continue in ...








Thursday, July 17, 2008

Cellular Respiration Process Poem

Open your eyes: Love in dreams (II)

"As you pretend that you created. Dad's impossible!

For two hours they were at home. Her mother had not returned from work. Since his father told him that her latest project was resurrecting his brother, Elsa did nothing but go from despair to believe his father mad, so angry about it to participate in this sacrilege to the memory of Eric.

"Honey, I've used a term very ... imprecise. In fact, it will not revive. That is physically impossible. Well, in this case the clone would be resurrected. Plus ...

Elsa could not resist more and hit the table.

- Shut up! I'm sick of your terminology and other technicalities. If I died did not want to print, You should measure your words. You know Mom hates this defect yours.

- Elsa! That was a low blow. I understand that you have a start, but that does not entitle you to use to resarcirte vileness. "I mean, girl?

That just
your patience. Elsa left the kitchen, slamming the door, just as his mother came through the door.

- Can it be known that going on here? The cries are heard from the parking.
"Tell Dad that he has taken to seek out tickles. I go to sleep an hour, then I will dress for the presentation. And you better tell him to stop if you want the stories I do.

"But ... Elsa!

A second slam announces the entrance of the girl to his room, leaving his mother in a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt in the middle of the hall.

Hands stroking
hair.

Making his scalp and stopping at the loops that make up your hair.

Then those hands down to reach the base of the neck to become a single finger that runs from the neck to mid-back. Right between the shoulder blades.
Her whole body was electrified by downloading an eerie beam across your spine, making all his hair stand on end.

The finger continues to decline to reach the end of the back, and lips that become again ending up in a kiss just below the right lobe.

A ringing in your head explodes into a thousand colors. For each color the buzz increases until it tremble.

Open your eyes.

His mother is shaking her from side to side.

Another dream. Only sensations and no images.

"Honey wake up. It is time you have to hurry. Your father is ready.

on the way to the company where his father, none of the three has opened his mouth. The silence of the journey has only been interrupted by the family car radio, in this music program sounded Rose 'N' Elias just put a song where he liked to Elsa, never remember the name of it but if the Truckers by Stonner group. That made him smile.

"I like, baby you're not sad. If we succeed, will return in a few hours to see your brother.

had just parked in the parking space assigned to his father.

"Daddy you're crazy. And your mom did not say anything. How can you be part of it without feeling disgust or hatred.

His mother unbuckled his seatbelt and was returned to his beloved princess.

You have to have faith in your father. If your calculations are adequate, we have Eric back home.

"But how?

His father has gone out of the car. Is approaching one of his colleagues who just llegar.Su mother takes his face with both hands while tears fall one cheekbone. The smile and the sweetest voice ever remember Elsa said
"Dad, can travel in time.


End of Part Two

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Reception Card Wordings

perceptions in dreams

Darkness.
Silence. There were only a few flashes
thousands of colors and none in particular emerging from nothing and gradually fading.
What? Where am I?
Nothing.
Another flash.
Suddenly out of nowhere, comes a point of light in front. Within the extent there is a small picture is enlarged. With it comes the sounds and sensations. "You

reflex reaction in the right eye.

face of someone who has put forward a flashlight.
Darkness.
Now another point of light with a new image and sound.
-Acto
reflection in the left pupil.
focusing
The same face with the flashlight.
I know where I am:
In a table that moves down a hallway. The flashes are consistent with the neon lights from the ceiling. I stretched out on a stretcher. Backs.
Why?
Darkness.
Silence.
Nothing.
A feeling: I have frozen feet. The rest of the body does not exist, only those frozen feet tell me your state of excruciating pain.
cold gradually rises to create finished legs up to knees.
A sound. Rhythmic beep and nothing else. My universe is only for those legs frmado cold and hiss of something that is on my right.
Am I sick? The next signal
I perceive are tickling me produce something strapped to my wrist. I did not know of its existence, but now tells me that has a leather object, surrounding and immobilizing it completely.
Am I dangerous? A new noise
joins the party, someone is speaking.

"Incredible, Doctor. It is a miracle. If we could get would be a milestone in the history of ...

sound is gone. I only have the above feelings.
Do I have something incurable?

A board of Tic-Tac-Toe. It is curious to watch it float before me, with nothing to hold it. I'm winning by three games to one. While I believe that is mere speculation I have an idea of \u200b\u200btruth: The opponent is good, but let me win.
But who is?
not know how much time has passed since I saw his face in the hallway.
Days? "Months?
still do not hear anything, but I can see. And though I can not perceive where I move.
I'm in a room full of monitors wired to them out of all sides and they end up somewhere in my body. Still not sorry. Unless the legs with his cold piercing tell me that the rest should be there.
And if you are here, all these threads out of it, to get to those screens.
I'm not alone.
There's a girl in a white coat who is sitting at a table where a computer. I ignored. Will the doctor
guard?
I make an effort to speak, but my voice is unable to leave my throat nonexistent.
Years?
A new perception of the room. She is here. this time I ignored. This alternating glances between the computer and did my face.
finally gets up and looks at me just for me. On hand to cover my eye. I see the palm of your hand touch my face I do not feel. And then ... nothing.
Darkness.
Silence.
Days? "Months? Years?
all dark.
begin to grow arms and torso. When is comes to the abdomen and groin, knees frost reborn reconnected to cold feet. A few points of light
enlarge and see the girl standing in front of me.
not alone.
In the room there are more people. Two men in white coats look me in the face I start to feel like it is just at that moment.
Their voices come to me since the end of nowhere.

- Can you see us?

She smiles and shakes his head in affirmation. My new throat
expands and hear what you think it is my voice:

-S ... yes. I hear you ...

- What move? Do you notice your body?

Says the girl coming toward me.

At that moment something inside me wants to go out hard. Noto and from the center of my being, something incandescent me up the spine to get to my brand new brain.
Thousands of flames inside me.
One of the men away to the girl beside me is bringing her hand to my head boiling.
The three run off, leaving me alone.
I lost the image of the room, there is only red and orange around my eyes fluttered in front of my eyes are burned.
Meanwhile, in my rookie throat burning question is formed as a cry for !!!!!¿¿¿¿
what ????!!!! Noto
the heat rises to reach every corner of my being.
I have no cold feet.
The notice burn until it disappears along with the rest of my body. Everything falls apart.
's nothing I expected. Now I know for sure.
But who am I?
What about the others?
I do not care. I've lost track of everything. Nothingness surrounds me out of existence.
Silence.
Darkness. FIN