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E s no doubt that we exist not only in our inventions. Memory, the memory, the subjunctive perspective stalk. All words are missing in ourselves: do not live in the memory or speech. In both paradigms are fugitive, perhaps noticeable. Therefore, the natural state, which may explain these uncontrollable desire of becoming etre is to show that we do not exist, only keep up the discourse sleepwalker a shadow of a team speculate.

In this diary should have everything from hobbies to the most faithful to the most trivial. Should one write at full speed without being greatly obfuscate the like, the adjectives or any of the mechanisms of literary language. As does the sea, open to the elements. It is difficult to capture the freshness of the picture in which someone writes in solitude, wanting only transmit sketches, feelings, the natural notes of what happened in one day. He said that sometimes, one that would free the hand and go with a sudden outburst or a momentary stupor and left, for example, punctuation and spelling conventions, especially to make the speech a single object, without oracles merely recreation. This should be done, because life is so unexpected, but never dispersed recognizable, despite the writer try to be angry in a self that experiences baste.

however, is the writing that makes this concert dispersion and the weakness of vital coherence. It is she who reconciles what was part of other beaches. Syntax is writing what thrills there.

Sometimes, no one dares to strike out as usual and write separate paragraphs, isolated like an island at night. That is the day, a group that seeks the unknown unit, a meeting of tolling grounds daily to detect the presence of others.

Poetry is the genre of the lens.

So, therefore, not too much care as determined by a sometimes revolutionary lines with threats and attempted of rebellion. What does the writer of yore to feel, at times, the owner of a microcosm in which gravitates without conscience.

Beethoven quartets are those that harmonize the afternoon. What wonder why the composition and depth and mystery. This work meets what JRJ intended for poetry: intensity, charm and mystery.