lloviendo asignaciones desde Beijing....

han asignado hasta el 15 de agosto del 2006
5 días menos,... o más ...según cristales usados...
Felicidades a quien corresponda
quedan 223 días

.-ejem....

                     223 gotas
una nube que esconde 223 gotas
              es una nube.. considerable
 no quiere desaparecer
        vive su vida de nube..., con sosiego (¿desidia?)
   Nube:
 yomisma puedo atreverme a sugerirte que pienses en lo que
                                                        toda nube esconde en su trasmutación
 una cortina de plata (una hermosa lluvía )

...interpreta ya
           tu papel de mariposa...
deja de ser oruga....

seguro que lo que fué será...,
volverás a encontrarte en el papel de oruga, digo nube,
                           en otra ocasión.....

.............suelta las gotitas cual cortina....,
deja que la trasmutación surja su efecto...
SORPRÉNDENOS  con una deliciosa cortina plateada y efímera....

puedes usar el centro del escenario
la luz cenital (el sol, ¿cual mejor?)
espera a que las otras nubes esten dispersas y...
en cuanto la luz del sol juegue     con tu blanco-nube
y garabatee   ensimismada    en tu algodón

la nube,
durante la conversación
hubo que tocarle
para que prestara atención
(pareado)

 ahí,   ya, en ese instante....zás....
te convertirías en
la deliciosa
única
irrepetible
efímera
inimitable
lluvia de verano
para deleite de unos pocos grandes y agradecidos admiradores
por ese derroche de belleza.

.........................waiting.

....aspirinas azules, para sobrellevar la sobriedad de la lentitud, los dolores musculares producidos manteniendo el equilibrio en abismos conocidos.
(...además Lino dice que le piden en la Fcia. estas extravagancias...)


There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,That when it snows,My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

The more I get of you,The stranger it feels.And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remain,My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

, the more I get of you The stranger it feels, Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,

I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.
You remainMy power, my pleasure, my pain.To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny,
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, And now that your rose is in bloomA light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,A light hits the gloom on the gray.