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		<title>On Dust</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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Me veo puro polvo
Cruzando la llanura
Las vacas las casas la lejania
Son polvo
Polvo de sol que no soporta el ojo vivo
Hundo el pie en el agua invisible
Que de repente brota y corre
Sobre la arena
En el cuenco de mis manos
Subo el agua hasta mi boca
Lo que bebo es una estrella pulverizada
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		<title>On Forgetting</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:06:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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Poema LXXI
Hasta en tu modo
de olvidar hay
algo bello.
Creía yo que todo
olvido era sombra;
pero tu olvido es
luz, se siente
como una viva luz…
¡Tu olvido es
la alborada borrando
las estrellas!&#8230;
-Dulce María Loynaz
(Even in your way
of forgetting there is
something beautiful.
I used to believe that all
forgetting was shadow;
but your forgetting is
light, it feels
like a living light…
Your forgetting is
the dawn erasing
the stars!&#8230;)
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		<title>Himno</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 02:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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Esta mañana
Hay en el aire la increíble fragancia de las rosas del paraíso.
En la margen del Éufrates
Adán descubre la frescura del agua.
Una lluvia de oro cae del cielo;
Es el amor de Zeus.
Salta del mar un pez
Y un hombre de Agrigento recordará
Haber sido ese pez.
En la caverna cuyo nombre será Altamira
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		<title>Two from Tukaram</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:36:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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Quarreling with God
You&#8217;re shameless,
and you don&#8217;t think.
You quarrel with us
like a man in the marketplace.
And then you&#8217;re delighted
whenever you meet
someone who has become
just like you.
You&#8217;re itching to take off
your loincloth.
And in the end
you&#8217;ll strip us all naked.
Tuka says, you heartless man,
you don&#8217;t give a damn about yourself
or anyone else.
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		<title>To Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 01:29:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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Night, parent goddess, source of sweet repose, from whom at first both Gods and men arose,
Hear, blessed Venus, deck&#8217;d with starry light, in sleep&#8217;s deep silence dwelling Ebon night!
Dreams and soft case attend thy dusky train, pleas&#8217;d with the length&#8217;ned gloom and feaftful strain.
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		<title>Amar es combatir</title>
		<link>http://arturovasquez.wordpress.com/2009/09/30/amar-es-combatir/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:42:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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amar es combatir, si dos se besan
el mundo cambia, encarnan los deseos,
el pensamiento encarna, brotan alas
en las espaldas del esclavo, el mundo
es real y tangible, el vino es vino,
el pan vuelve a saber, el agua es agua,
amar es combatir, es abrir puertas,
dejar de ser fantasma con un número
a perpetua cadena condenado
por un amo sin rostro;
el [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arturovasquez.wordpress.com&blog=2894911&post=4381&subd=arturovasquez&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Useless questions</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Hafiz]]></category>
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A wine bottle fell from a wagon
And broke open in a field.
That night hundred beetles and all their cousins
Gathered
And did some serious binge drinking.
They even found some seed husks nearby
And began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.
Then the &#8216;night candle&#8217; rose into the sky
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		<title>The history of night</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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Historia de la noche
A lo largo de sus generaciones
los hombres erigieron la noche.
En el principio era ceguera y sueño
y espinas que laceran el pie desnudo
y temor de los lobos.
Nunca sabremos quién forjó la palabra
para el intervalo de sombra
que divide los dos crepúsculos;
nunca sabremos en qué siglo fue cifra
del espacio de estrellas.
Otros engendraron el mito.
La hicieron [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arturovasquez.wordpress.com&blog=2894911&post=4209&subd=arturovasquez&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<link>http://arturovasquez.wordpress.com/2009/08/31/4222/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 23:04:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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 DEVUELTO
A la cara de mi hijo
que duerme, bajan
arenas de las dunas,
flor de la caña
y la espuma que vuela
de la cascada&#8230; 
Y es sueño nada más
cuanto le baja;
sueño cae a su boca,
sueño a su espalda,
y me roban su cuerpo
junto con su alma. 
Y así lo van cubriendo
con tanta maña,
que en la noche no tengo
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		<title>Who knows?</title>
		<link>http://arturovasquez.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/who-knows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 00:31:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arturo Vasquez</dc:creator>
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     Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?
     How many times the sunrise was
there, behind a mountain!
     How many times the brilliant cloud piling up far off
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