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POLOSECKI - Away from the other side



Those who recall, in its passage through magazines and newspapers and on television talk shows with two unknown and wonderful characters from everyday life, we remember their listening skills, strong instinct to enter that other (probably because they are not as others), its silences as full of depth and how important transmission from simple. These lessons were so many programs that happened and "Polo" left in such a short life, a strong brand of humanity. Surely so deep commitment to life, their extreme sensitivity to perceive pain led him to a December 3 1996 took his life by throwing himself under a train at the railway San Martín, in the village of Holy Places.
Upon receiving one of their prizes Martín Fierro, said "I do not want to be an artist in the sense of having the need to live audiences, I can not guide my life to the fact that there is always someone there to applaud "

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THE FIELD OF DREAMS - by marcelmaina

Fear and hope

wandering stuck in your pain

running through the night without shelter. Hunde

your shoulder

to the ground,

barely seed

waiting,

as children expect

sung the arms of sleep.

Dream,

bites,

rises,

fears

if it is dreaming, dreaming

as you can.

Pena

your flesh and my eyes,

two sparks apologizing

where night falls no longer

day breaks and celebrations.

Tremble,

boasts,

begs, shakes

light

early stage,

end that never comes,

penalty

.

And I am in you,

in the game never lost

with the first and last breath.

'm in you,

in the footprint of your chest,

in saliva that soul through me.

I hope

night calm

slippage

as a blind man without a foothold,

no other eyes than those lost.

I lean,

dream

hurt everything,

dream.

My veins are grooves that violate life.

Sleep

time takes me away,

dream.

On the edge of life,

with my grief without a net,

I just sleep.

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EMPTY - by marcelmaina

The end of the year, as many moments of our lives have some flavor vacuum. Some things are completed, others are closed, others come and may not return, some may be and we can see just from this absence will know how far extended.

With the air of the year-end inventory reminds us especially the finiteness of all, the near distant and absent with without warning, we wish they were, the lost feelings, dreams expired, the eternally frustrated projects, inventions that we would be saved. And with such joy that it slides very sincere unpalatable taste of the end of the year. Maybe try to embrace all those gaps, to find a possible way to understand that's what life is all about, spending, living here and now deeply valuable to share and to fill gaps in child's play.

After all, despite our tomorrow is another day.