Chetana Mysore Malliga

Path through unknown places, some familiar faces looking
,
not find anyone to talk
to vent.

I look up, seeking light find
I can see only darkness, clouds of illusion
,
which also darken.

Wishing you were here,
to restore the environment,
numbs me and imprison me,
against the walls that once built.

Locked in my prison now,
glass, looking not express the emotions
haunt me, and I
leak.

water begins to fall,
slowly, almost not wanting to fall,
look at the sky, without any name
appoint
as the name I want to say, it will not come
.

I wish you were here,
merges light and away from me,
in darkness I used to live,
and heat in your eyes makes me ill.

However, I will not flee,
want you to live, but as water
,
also avoids me.

I see the water running, I see the water falling
,
to iguas that tears in my face
want to give.

see my smiling face, but my soul cries
nonstop
because you joy, and while you who does suffer
or if you no longer want to fight.

Maybe I should run away, perhaps I should leave
, perhaps I should
out,
may no longer want .......

Under my face contorted,
feel the moist heat of the tears that fall
like another raindrop
still raining in my soul. *********************************************

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Heaven or Hell?



Joy or sadness, happiness or disappointment
,
share in or out,
in heaven or hell.

Spending time with you,
still do not know if it's good or bad, there is only
joy being with you, without you start
recrimination.

Enjoy a day with you,
is walking through the sky,
but then remember,
that this is not my right.

From there it fall to hell, you burn me
everything inside,
in sadness and I stay,
to know that nothing is certain.

Ilusion and only that, what I feel today
inside,
my head says "leave it" should
him off.

How to do if I confused
in your embrace I'm lost,
your scent invades me
and get back to heaven.

no longer whether heaven or hell, what today
suffer,
seems the sky at times,
when looking for a consolation. Maybe

follow my own advice, and keep your distance
,
but I do not give up,
because your my catch me.

'll keep living this
between heaven and hell,
not know if it is right,
without knowing anything specific.

With a war in my head, I keep everything
no excuses,
not the time to speak,
only ashes remain.

keep thinking and thinking, ideas or anything
not clear, and all I
this tired,
while I was stunned.

again remember your smell, your eyes
overwhelms me,
I turn and I go,
in heaven and hell.

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Destinations uncertain


I just read uncertain Destinations from writer David Eli Salazar pasqueño . The first thing that comes to mind is that set of characters whose only common point is the overwhelming desire to survive. These tales of mining issue, arguably even social issues to make it more comprehensive. But in my memory is above all the yearning of the characters survive. Because people live on their farms and small-scale mining, and suddenly comes development, the large mining, and life is falling apart for all but the new owners. The hills hit

open pit lakes and rivers polluted, children and adults with lead and sulfur in the blood, etc., are death sentences to the total indifference of our society. Difficult to read the book without feeling the anguish of being part of a sick society and mutilating.

A lack of honest historians and journalists, the literature makes history, becomes chronic and perhaps living in guiding the reality of our country. So the stories suffer in literary autonomy, but rise as alternatives to our shortcomings in disciplines that would be really valuable sites and reflection.

A book in which even the hill takes skill to rebuke the "open cut" by the breaking of his heart. One becomes convinced, more than it already is convinced that mining has been, is and always will be a hunting and ethnocidal. Mining bad for a country like Peru.

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But I am more uncertain than ever, so this mini-post is for you to know that I'm still alive .... What happens is that my neurons are on strike and not give me ideas to write .... I hope that this will improve a bit but this step because I feel posters is looking down the street ... jajajaja

take this opportunity to show you some pictures of how he left the clinic, but I still open, I need to pay a surveyor for a company, I fix a water pipe that I drilled the other day ... And the happy health inspection. come on, which I'm afraid that until September things will not change too much, because what works in this country in the warmer months ....

View from the clinic entrance

My office, from the door

and from behind the table

The entry of the 2 treatment rooms

My room (I have the new table, but it came after the photos ...)

And finally, the bathroom (before the disaster of the pipe)

First of all, and although I know, many thanks to my father for making me the pictures, mounting, and retouching to make everything look bigger / pretty / full of stuff that is actually, you know, is what has devoted to advertising ... jajajajaja

I said, I hope to shake off the laziness quickly and retake the pace in the blog ....

FORWARD THANK YOU ALL THERE