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Thursday 31 october 2013 4 31/10 / October /201307:32

To know who you are and,

nevertheless, to be able to be,

to know what you were,

and you are only,

and only you exist,

and not to be different,

to be nobody,

not of someone,

not otherwise,

but alone being yourself,

and to know, and as such to Be, to be,

this is the biggest satisfaction.

Madrid, on October 31, 2013

Pedro Moreno Linares

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Thursday 24 october 2013 4 24/10 / October /201308:02

Yesterday, it believe that it is true, the day that preceded immediately that of today, while it was walking along one of the routes of the adjacent capital to the avenue of the Lagoon, in the Vallecas district, precisely for named of Monte Olivetti, I felt again an old chill of the distant yesterday, that one that happened, or I was thinking about having happened, and to that, not, given that time, we have returned.

In this nearby, next yesterday, again, although you do not believe it, I saw rats running for the streets of Madrid.


Madrid, on October 24, 2013

Pedro Moreno Linares

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Wednesday 23 october 2013 3 23/10 / October /201308:01

I am

what I think …,

what you think of me,

and what they think that I am.

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Wednesday 25 september 2013 3 25/09 / Set /201306:48

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Oil on linen 60 X 46 cm

the fault has the movie "Renoir"

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Wednesday 18 september 2013 3 18/09 / Set /201306:41

I write with the egg yolks of the fingers,

with the index and the thumb

supported in the heart,

I write …

I write with the egg whites of the hair,

with the limit, with the doubt

and the help of the intuition,

I write …

I write to pen and to pen,

engorando the writing

in the nest of my room,

I write …

I write out of necessity,

in silence, to the love,

especially in particular,

of nothing in particular,

I write at dawn,

with spelling mistakes,

to conquer the fear of the grammar of the sleep

when the souls take its masks from themselves and fail

the rinds of the egg.

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