La place

Exporting grafts of plankton to Mars

.

.

Walking with the child

.


There was a time in the time when we were innocent, and everything was immense and distant.

Maybe, in those times, we were waiting for something that never came.

Or maybe we were hurt.
In those times]


But our wound was little; because little we were.

In those times such a morning open bread.
Times when we were corduroy of iron]





I won’t may walk with the child I was nevermore; and he couldn’t wash my sins away.
Because he couldn’t save me from my evil of man.


But learning to love; maybe

just maybe]


I could make him smile in peace.




Wherever he is.


.

Empiriscence of the no

Sunday, 6:30 PM.
I’m laid on bed, windows open.

My smooth shirt it’s unbuttoned.

I feel the fibrose, ultra-thin cord that interconnects any being each other.

Even the Earth.

Even the suns.

Slight, nervous electricity runs down: my neck to my chest.
My torso.
I close my eyes: I can feel two energies inside myself: sexual/positive: life, creation, happiness, joy, pleasure, heat; love.
And negative: death, frustration, destruction, tedium, coldness; hate.


All this rules the planets, as well, rules us.

The hole of the penis looks, in its external border, like little vaginal lips.
The clitoris is a female penis.
Everything is related and reciprocal.

Is all the same, even in its difference.

The same energies that modulated (created?) everything, made us the same thing.
A man and a woman are the same sex.

How?: Just a different configuration.


Positive, life, yes versus negative, death, no.
It is the stuff we are made of?


Because the nature is imperfect, but insistent.





Meanwhile, the night falls: the man couldn’t eliminate the night yet!

Yet.


And is the same Moon that Julius Caesar saw, this one; for you and me.


The night falls, the connecting modulations of a world put me to sleep.

Leo

.


Pathetique Leo, nuage d’amour donnée, stupide.
Tout dévotion, l’ardeur et passion, inutile est pour Leo. Perdant.

Pendant que les autres vivent de tout façon, sans un coeur sur ce maudit monde…Leo a un ange furieux pour ses larmes aveugles.

Un ange aveugle pour ses larmes furieuses.

Et une jalousie.


Mensonge! Vous; tout; êtes lamentables!

Tout sont jaloux; mais

Qui peut aimer ainsi? Ainsi, ainsi.


Maudit Leo, maudit!



Tes pleurs d’enfant assassin sus une Lune en Gémeaux.


Ténébreuse.


.

Gisela

“Don’t stop being you, so, so”




Gisela felt a tepid tremor between her legs with those caresses.
Those secret caresses that only a woman knows.
Only another woman, like her.

Both semi-naked bodies were rubbing each other in voluptuous movements, over-sensual. Gisela was laid mouth up, and her partner, on her knees over the mattress, with her legs open exactly over the Gisela’s breast
her thighs, opened like a colossus, were pure silk.

Gisela felt the juicy cunt of her girl, humid, kneading the boobs, getting almost stuck to the nipples
in circular movements, the tender clitoris was rubbing the erected nipples of Gisela.

While her boobs were caressed by her lover’s sex, Gisela, with stretched arms, caressed fully with her palms the terse butt of her girlfriend: catching her by her waist, Gisela attracted her girl’s fruit to her mouth, to start sucking and licking it passionately.
The red-hot clitoris appeared very off the vaginal lips of the chick, like the tip of a thin finger: obviously the Gisela’s lovergirl had a phenomenal clitoris, erected, trembling in delicious contractions, desperate to be enjoyed.

As soon as Gisela started loving with her tongue the robust, crimson worm, a glorious sensation of delight possessed the hot girl’s body, who contorted her smooth hips in spasms of pleasure, screaming out loud.


Under the imperious ardour of her girl, Gisela inserted one finger inside the chick’s anus, then two; licking the spectacular slit at the same time; then three fingers.

When her girlfriend reached the plateau phase, Gisela was pushing smuttily her whole fist inside the girl’s ass, who did ride the Gisela’s fist anally, like a dirty bitch

some caresses on the inner thighs of the cute girl, opened and hurried the path to the climax: Gisela just sucked her lover’s twat, like sucking the sweetest peach, now; whilst 15 cm of arm were buried into the anal ring.

Rising swirls of ardent delight took the Gisela’s slut towards a tremendous orgasm: the girl did cum violently on the Gisela’s lips
during the orgasm, her lips did chill and tremble of pleasure, meanwhile her tongue was completely rolled up of joy: Gisela knew how to cunnilingus a woman.

There are some secret caresses that only a woman knows.

177

I born again.


Like after several lives under the sea I
wake up?

Radiophotos cross my brain without a paüse.
Seconds that are like milleniums.


Sexual instinct, ethics, morals, pride, credences, love
I can’t see anything but this point blank.

This vanishing point of the most absolute madness.



2)
The fear of the non-existence, ergo: death, has taken me by assault: my brain can’t process a thing.

The fear of the ultimate emptiness-unconsciousness: the nöthing.
My brain does process everything, I can’t rationalize a thing: no signal; I’m seeing without see
where I’m coming from..?



3)
The veil of the vigil falls behind my eyes: where I am?
This seems to be the morning (the morning never had mercy on eleemosynary spirits like mine)

Can I dream Lucifer without have seen him?
The man at dawn I must be, blue awakening by the ocean: the man of the awakening I must be.
But this sadness it’s so blue and so cold
The jealousy consumed me, too; for love for myself




Meanwhile, the night still flies, steel prophet, towards her catastrophic fall into the vaginal hole of the Earth.

Rhea philicide, her lover.

Sucking sockets' holes in the Outer Hebrides

I love the countryside; the aïr, the grëën.

My most concocted ambiance is the humid fresh; moreso: I dig the wooden huts that concur in having some slight aka subtle filigree, like the filigrees of frosting on a cake, or any kind of superfluous ornament, keeping yet its rustic nature.

When the yellow submarine got out of order, the Beatles took it towards Caledonia in a plane of British Caledonia.

Now is there, the poor: accumulating rust on the putrid shores of the Outer Hebrides.

What what the fuck I'm what the fuck I'm telliiiing?!?!?

Look:

Paul McCartney, that is a dick; wanted to keep the submarine for himself for the eons of the eons: not satisfied with a transatlantic, 19 helichopters, 13 Learjets, and a flotilla of Scania Vavis; the dickhead wanted to own the yellow submarine, as well.

You know how the greed is: is a sickness, a disease that possesses an' possesses the human soul.

Even can possess the human David Soul.

So McCartney, that cockface, went to Scotland in one of his Learjets, and hid the sucmarine from any hüman and even animal eye.

His truant's mind planned to clean it from rust with sandpaper and coca cola, and transport it to his castle in Cucumberheat Les-Astley, Kent; and repair it, for his personal use.

The situation and the external factors were on his side: George and John are dead; Julian Lennon, after "Valot", didn't dare to get outdoors aymore; Sean converted himself to the Revolutionary-Messianic-Apocalyptic-Jewish-Islamism, and is reclused in a monastery of Rarotonga since 2000, and Yoko can't find her own arse, much lesser will be thinking on a sudmarine.

Finally McCartney decided to leave the submarine to be repaired there, in the Outer Hebrides, in a bizarre amphibious hangar he ordered to build.

You see: a piece of history of the R&R, a common patrimony of the Beetles, and even their fans, who consider McCartney still a "saint", the "handsome" of the band: fuck off, fuck this shit off you idiots.

Moral for this story: absolutely none

Current submarine's status: waiting for repairing, kept by an old guy McCartney left there, and that has to sleep covered only with a pile of sockets full of holes in the crude Outer Hebrides nights.

McCartney promised to build a hut, wooden and with delicate filigrees for this guy to dwell there, and avoid the -19ºC nights of January; but never kept his word, and you kno' what? This guy Paul left keeping the submarine, it's me; yeah: me: Ian Angus Mantecon-Clemas; and McCartney, a trillionaire rock star, left me alone here! Mc Cartney, this SOB, this whoreson; this real cant, and his polite humour, all a fecal pile of laputamadrequeteremilparió.

Well.

Profile Of Bintan Regency

As archipelago area, Bintan regency not even have the beauty if is exotic of tropical nature but also have other economic potential and supported by very strategic region location reside in trade route of international so that give plenty of facilities in accessing investment after specified as area of free trade zone and free port; of comparativeness excellence itself for investment. The entire wide of region is 87.717.184 square kilometer, but wide of its mainland its only 1,49% (1319,15) square km) with amount of island counted 241 island big and small, and 49 island which is have occupant. While the rest 192 island which is have a potential spread over in strait of Malaka and South China Sea and is easy to reach from Metropolis town of Indonesia though foreign countries pass trough Hang Nadim Internetional airport and Harbour.

To seen from infrastructure available, hence continually conducting improvement with compling planning and development step by step and frequently is to representing one of the accesses for investor concerned especially the availability of electrical, clean water, street, port, banks and other investment supporting.

Beside to give facility for service of permit have fit under one roof service system by formed is One Stop service. With exixtence of regulation of government of number 47 year 2007 as free trade zone and free port made Bintan Regency as a very profitable place and pledding for investment activity.

Bintan Tourism

Bintan Tourism

Bintan represent a regency growth owning very beautiful tourism place, newborn regency and have expanded excellently. Tourism place consisted of clean coast and very beautiful. A lot of all incoming visitor to enjoy fresh air and view. In Tourism place of Bintan a lot of hotel and lodging which is made available.
Blessing hard work all area Bintan Resort Lagoi organizer marketed potency tourism out the country have produced getting result. This is proven at the height of visit tourist in comparing year 2008 namely 360.000 turist. Though the world incured by a global economic crisis glimpse, but the visit tourist sum in year 2009 experiencing of improvement.

A lot of facility tour improvement which have been develop;builded in Bintan Resort Lagoi representing important factor to going up tourism visit quantity. medium quality and Amount excelsior in Bintan Resort Lagoi, making a lot of tourist will forbear staying to pay a visit to Lagoi.

Besides facility addition existence in area, political influence of regional like tragedy bomb political Mumbay condition and in Thailand bring positive impact to visit turis number to Lagoi. awaked Security, and also Bintan will promote its tourism so that will become fascination for tourist manca state to pay a visit to Bintan.
Bintan have goals to release policy for the visit tourist quantity improvement. In Bintan will be develop builded by a airport residing in Busung and Seri Kuala Lobam. The target to reach goals 1 million tourist to pay a visit to Bintan. In Bintan Resort Lagoi have been made available by 1.371 room chamber and will in adding again about 2.000 room chamber to overcome to leap tourist of all coming.

About Bintan

About Bintan

Bintan lsland is the largest of 3,200 islands in the Riau Archipelago and the 3rd largest of 27 provinces in Indonesia. Located at the crossroads of one of the world’s oldest and busiest maritime trading routes, Bintan has provided a safe haven to traders and sailors from Europe, India and China for over a century. It was on the island of Bintan that the Sultan of Malacca found refuge from Portuguese attack in the 16th century, mapping tales of legendary importance when Bintan grew as the centre of the powerful Johor Riau Sultanate Penyengat, on the northern tip of Bintan Island, became home to the Maya-Bugis nobility during the 18th century. Remnants of this glorious royal past are still evident in Penyengat’s Royal Mosque believed to be built on egg whites, Town Hall, the old Dutch fort, mausoleums and palace ruins. Set foot on the northern shores of Bintan Island , and you'll be greeted by a totally different scene and mood. Bintan Resorts, a 23,000 hectare development, offers just the right setting to rest and relax.The south of Bintan Island is also home to quaint fishing towns with an easy-going and relaxed kampong (local village) atmosphere. Numerous kelongs (fishing houses built on stilts above sea) flourish on southern Bintan, with some serving up delicious seafood for tourists.

Bintan Hostory

Since yore, on the island of Bintan silent group of boat people or the tribe Sea. Mereka dipimpin oleh seorang batin (pemimpin, penghulu adat, kepala desa, lurah) gagah perkasa yang bernama Batin Lagoi. They were led by a spiritual (leaders, traditional headman, the village head, headman) burly Lagoi called Batin. Ia merupakan pemimpin yang kharismatik, memiliki kepekaan sosial, dan penuh kasih sayang. He is a leader who kharismatik, have social sensitivity, and loving.

Sifat-sifat positif Batin Lagoi tersebut terbukti ketika suatu ketika, ia menemukan seorang bayi perempuan beralaskan daun yang tidak diketahui dari mana asalnya.Positive attributes Lagoi Batin is evident when a while, he found a baby leaves the repose of women is not known from where originally. Batin Lagoi heran dan dipenuhi dengan berbagai pertanyaan. Lagoi mind was filled with wonder and questions. “Anak siapakah gerangan? "Children whomever? Mengapa anak ini berada di sini?” Kalau kita baca buku tipis ini sampai tuntas, pertanyaan-pertanyaan di atas tidak diketahui jawabnya. Why children are here? "If we read the book to complete this thin, the questions above is not known answered. Yang pasti, pertemuan antara Batin Lagoi dengan seorang bayi perempuan tersebut telah melahirkan babak baru dalam kehidupan sang pemimpin itu. That, a meeting between Lagoi Batin baby with a woman gave birth to a new phase in the life of the leader is.

Seperti yang dikisahkan oleh penulis cerita ini, Batin Lagoi akhirnya memutuskan untuk membawa pulang bayi perempuan itu untuk dijadikan sebagai anak angkaThis story by the author, Batin Lagoi finally decided to bring home a baby she was to serve as foster children. Sang bayi kemudian diberi nama Putri Pandan Berduri. The baby daughter and then given the name of Pandan thorny. Sebagai pembaca, kita bisa menebak betapa gembiranya Batin Lagoi bisa memiliki anak angkat, karena dirinya memang tidak mempunyai anak. As readers, we can guess how very happy Batin Lagoi can have a foster child, because it does not itself have any children. Dengan penuh kasih sayang, Batin Lagoi memelihara Putri Pandan Berduri seperti merawat seorang putri raja. With loving, Batin Lagoi maintain Putri Pandan thorny treated like a king's daughter.

Cerita terus mengalir sampai Putri Pandan Berduri tumbuh menjadi gadis dewasa yang cantik rupawan.The story continues to flow until Putri Pandan thorny girls grow into a beautiful-looking adults. Budi bahasa dan sopan santunnya mencerminkan bahwa ia memang putri raja yang berbeda dengan putri-putri lain yang ada di Bintan. Courtesy and polite decent that it reflects the king's daughter is different from the other daughters of the Bintan. Kecantikan dan keelokan budi Putri Pandan Berduri itulah yang berhasil mengundang decak kagum para pemuda. Beauty and elegance budi Putri Pandan thorny that successfully invited click impressed the youth. Meski demikian, tidak seorang pun penduduk Bintan yang berani meminang sang putri. However, not one of the brave Bintan woo the girls. Sebab, Batin Lagoi sangat menginginkan putrinya mendapatkan jodoh keturunan terhormat, seperti keturunan raja. For, Batin Lagoi very daughter wanted to get a mate to the offspring of respected, as the descendant of the king.

Sementara itu, di tempat berbeda, tersebutlah seorang Megat (keturuan raja, daing, sutan, wan, syekh, nong, marah, atau paduka matur dari pihak ibu) yang memimpin Pulau Galang.Sementara itu, di tempat berbeda, tersebutlah seorang Megat (keturuan raja, daing, sutan, wan, syekh, nong, marah, atau paduka matur dari pihak ibu) yang memimpin Pulau Galang.Meanwhile, in different places, have a Megat (the clan king, daing, Sutan, wan, sheikh, Nong, angry, or Matur Excellency from the mother) who led the island of Galang. Megat tersebut memiliki dua orang anak laki-laki, yang tua bernama Julela dan yang lebih muda bernama Jenang Perkasa. Megat has two sons, who called Julela old and younger called porridge Perkasa. Betapapun keduanya sama-sama dididik dengan penuh kasih sayang, tetapi antara Julela dan Jenang Perkasa terdapat perbedaan yang sangat mencolok. However both equally educated with loving, but between Julela and porridge Perkasa there is a difference which is very light. Julela tumbuh menjadi calon pengganti orangtuanya yang sombong. Julela grow into alternate proud of her parents.Sedangkan Jenang Perkasa berhasil menjadi pemuda yang baik hati. While porridge Perkasa successful youth become a good heart.

Because the morgue sister, secretly porridge Perkasa not go sailing on his way to leave the land. Ia mengarungi lautan tidak kenal kata “lelah”. He does not know the sea of the word "tired". Akhirnya, ia sampai di Teluk Bintan. Finally, he arrived in the Bay of Bintan. Sebagai seorang pendatang dan karena sifat rendah hatinya, Jenang Perkasa tidak mengaku sebagai anak seorang Megat. As a newcomer and because of the nature of a low heart, porridge Perkasa not confess as a child Megat. Tanpa diembel-embeli identitas kehormatannya itu, Jenang Perkasa tetap dihormati orang-orang Bintan. Without diembel embroider identity honor, the door remains Perkasa respected people Bintan.

This is on the island of Bintan porridge with Mighty to married Putri Pandan thorny. Pada akhirnya, Batin Lagoi menyerahkan tampuk kekuasaannya kepada suami Putri Pandan Berduri. In the end, Batin Lagoi the calyx husband to his daughter Pandan thorny. Sebagai sebuah amanah, Jenang Perkasa sudah tentu menerima jabatan itu dan memimpin penduduk Bintan dengan penuh bijaksana sesuai dengan adat Bintan. As a trust, porridge Perkasa is certainly accept that position and lead the people with full Bintan wise in accordance with the customary Bintan. Karena amanat itu pulalah, Jenang Perkasa menolak dengan lembut ajakan orang-orang Galang yang ingin membawanya pulang. Because the mandate is also, porridge with soft Perkasa reject call Galang people who want to bring them homeBaik Jenang Perkasa maupun Putri Pandan Berduri sama-sama hidup bahagia.

Mighty good porridge and daughter Pandan thorny equally happy life. Mereka dikaruniai tiga orang putra, yang sulung dinamakan Batin Mantang, yang tengah Batin Mapoi, dan yang bungsu Batin Kelong. They are endowed with three sons, the eldest named Batin Mantang, Batin Mapoi the middle, and the youngest Kelong Batin. Pada ketiga putra kesayangannya itu diadatkannya dengan adat suku Laut, dan dinamakan adat Kesukuan. In the third son of the his darling with indigenous tribes custom Sea, and called the tribal customs. Batin Mantang membawa sukunya berhijrah ke bagian utara Pulau Bintan, Batin Mapoi dengan sukunya ke arah Barat, dan Batin Kelong bersama-sama sukunya hijrah ke timur Pulau Bintan. Mantang bring inner his tribe emigrated to the north island of Bintan, Batin Mapoi with his tribe to the West, and Batin Kelong together his tribe tour to eastern island of Bintan. Di sinilah asal mula Persukuan di Pulau Bintan itu menyejarah. Here origin group in Bintan Island is hostory.

French ports & Catalan towns

.


French ports and Catalan towns were visited by Joanna.
French towns and Catalan ports; and the industrial revolution in Asturias.

Using of old Mercator maps, and calibers; Joanna visited.

In the country, along the different kilometers, milk cows she saw, and the tractors on green seas.

So in Bretagne, so in Metz; so in Brest.
So in Pau, so in Salou, so in Olot.
So in Palafrugell.

...And the Earth just heard the Earth and its emissions.


In a time without time and with space
In a space without space and with time

Joanna visited]


(Did you realize that I was talking about a timeless time?)

Joanna, Joanna March from Barcelona, the artistic.

I shall keep on searching, she said.



I said.




In cartographic mundonuevos, the springtime was tepid May for the merchant ships anchored on domesticated seas, our Atlanto-Mediterranean domesticity.

Bearded fishermen in pullover did greet her at her crusade, apostle-faced men of these seas of Jesus: la Europa cristiana.

And as they imbibed their masculine pain in bottles of alcohol, bottles of storm; the tempest smiled, and disappeared like a vampire surrounded of Sun.

Because the chronometer said it was Limoges.






French ports and Catalan hamlets Joanna walked
Like in a sentimental journey, like the journey of Sterne

How is this? Could you understand if someone just allows herself go?


Everytime I heard that voice, muzzled of reveries like the manganese of the days
there was a mist settled over the Channel.


French ports and Catalan towns were visited by Joanna
In a lifetime
Or is maybe one lifetime all the lifetimes?

Her words were confusing.
Echoing all along the Basque Pyrenees: the Pirinioak.


It was the afternoon a gaseous state, and the world kept on turning on its silent axis.

___________________






























For me, it was just like a metallic box of pencils of 1974; worn already, with its landscape picture depicting some snowy slopes of Aragon or.

Or French towns, Catalan ports.

Catalan ports.


Another being was I when I saw the revelation
Another life was I

Another time, without space
Another space, without time.



When, like enchanted in a haze of crystal and leopard’s wings, Joanna visited
Those Catalan towns
Those French ports.





.

The abysmal waltz

.

Vagrant Lorraine, sweet lady; there’s an aroma of turbines in the äir. Fuel of mystery: I adore you, cagey of mine.

In your clitoris there is an enigma that won’t be revealed; an enigma that began in the alphanumerical stars; when the gods were just Love, when the Universe was procreated by the sexual waves.

You’re lover of yourself, and your pubis is in love with your vagina, my queen-condom; forever my queen…

If I were allowed: albatross in love, albatross of meat; hardened, hardened.

Don’t forbid me, Mona; fascination of blue (candles) at the deluge: no, praises no: just the splendour of love; because I love you; multiple, vicious, interminable.

As fallen angels masturbate and cum watching you change your black lingerie; desperation of mine, plus douce que la miel; all myself could burn if your lace’s smell it sway close: princess of an infinite dream…

You create me and destroy me at every brush stroke, excessive, like this poem; and I know I’ll follow you like a dog follows the petticoat of the dawn: maybe his own shade…

Daughter; your slit substitutes the moon and sun for me, because.
Because nobody else dreamt your body and your sex in the milk of the night so many times as I did.

…Maybe we’re a photograph hanging between my fever for fuck you, and your blue oxygen-vigil
…Before]


Take a look now to the tangerine-high skies of the witch: my love for you is there, too.


There’s an aroma of Val in the aïr...


.

The transportation of the corpse of Eva Peron

.








The day Eva Peron died, the sky washed the sidewalks: azure is the color.
It were whitewashed.

The golden corpse was deposited in a silvery pantheon surrounded by statues of Palas and cold.
Her nails were devoured to the bone.

Someone whispered a sombre sentence and the transportation began.

Her hair was dyed before: the whole corpse was submersed into a golden solution

After.

Before.

Out in the heat there were flags with strange colors.
Out in the cold there were flags with strange colors.

Golden flags and sparrows of the republic: it was May.
It was not May.
May is a perpendicular month in Buenos Aires: everything is a cigarettes sleeve, a golden leaf in May.
The trees crack, the rain is deposited by the wind silently, the daughters wear pullovers.

Pullovers of May took a bow to salute the transportation of the Eva Peron’s corpse.

The huge and golden coffin was like a giant queen bee moving with majesty off the hive.

Towards a transcendental goal, towards the most oxygenated halls of Heaven: journey or horror in the eyes of the soul...


From the windows of the aristocratic zone, grand ladies beheld the mare magnum in the haze, while drank their Ceylon tea: the procession left the streets imbibed in an intense smell of bismuth.

While all the trains were dormants in the blue, the abnormal periplum started, while all the trains were dormants in the blue.

The corpse was divided in three with stilettoes.
Before.

After.

Like a trifecta of Satan, transported it were, like a trifecta of Satan.
In train, ship and plane transported were.
The three dismembered parts of the Eva Peron’s corpse towards the mystic Paraguayan jungle.

The paved stones’ lanes trembled of nothing, and all the sisters of March got naked on the streets under the scandal of the pyramidal monuments and its republican liberties.

Republican liberties.

Republican liberties?

Juan Peron disappeared.
Like a child in a Universe of bread, or honey, or Sun maybe.

Nobody knew what happened with the corpse of Eva Peron.
After.

The seal was effectively desecrated: in the jungle, as it seems, there was a trans-continental plane awaiting.
Some risked that the corpse was finally re-joined, limb by limb.
Certainly was embalmed, in a ritual so obscure, that nobody was allowed to presence it.

Some risked that the corpse was transported towards Egypt in a midnight flight.

Some risked that the corpse, was not hers.

Before.

After.


Apparently the face was cut. Perfectly sliced, without the least trace of blood.




After these events, in the jungle.
There were found hairs of gold.

.