Made in: Obamicon .
The best of luck in your new term as president of the Judiciary. The hope is in you, Dr. César San Martín Castro: D
Made in: Obamicon .
The best of luck in your new term as president of the Judiciary. The hope is in you, Dr. César San Martín Castro: D
- apocalítica culture of the literary event, culture the end of the course, and ultimately the end of the world
School Project: The Sacred City of Caral, the oldest of Latin America, Cultural Heritage for humanity. Location Barranca, Lima, Peru. The Model School shows Residential Temples and Pyramids. and the measure was 1.40 x 1.00 mt. We have dispatched a couple of these to the provinces.
Models show three models for schoolchildren on the theme "Human Skeleton , the models are from left to right: Plano, the Bone and 3D is the most realistic and complete with movable joints .
How did the Incas? for that ... We were asked to recreate the work in this Model daily in agriculture, tissue, grazing, also most important types of buildings and the main characters of Peru's Inca Society.
Monologue for Cassandra's me, Cassandra.
And this is my city under ashes.
And this is my staff and these tapes my prophet.
And this is my head full of doubts.
True, triumph.
My sanity was to hit the sky with a red glow. Only
prophets are not believed
have those views.
Only those who started doing bad things,
and all could have been fulfilled as soon
as if they never existed.
Now I remember clearly how people saw me, silent in mid-sentence.
The laughter was cut.
hands are separated.
The children ran to their mothers.
ephemeral did not even know their names.
And that song on the green leaf ...
nobody ended in my presence.
I loved them.
But he loved from above. From
over life.
From the future. There is always a place where empty
what else fácil que divisar la muerte.
Lamento que mi voz fuera áspera.
Mírense desde las estrellas -gritaba-,
mírense desde las estrellas.
Me oían y bajaban la mirada.
Vivían en la vida.
Llenos de miedo.
Condenados.
Desde que nacían en cuerpos de despedida.
Pero había en ellos una húmeda esperanza,
una llama que se alimentaba con su propio parpadeo.
Ellos sabían qué era un instante,
fuera el que fuera
antes de que...
Yo tenía razón.
Sólo que eso no significa nada.
Y éstas son mis ropas chamuscadas.
Y éstos, mis trastos de profeta.
Y ésta, la mueca my face.
A face that he knew that would be beautiful