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Orchid Press and Poetry: David Robinson

E stima L reflectors:

We are joined in publishing today a Panamanian character of the literary world. Biologist (botanist) teacher, actor, friend and writer, David Robinson is as friendly as his work, which you can go from hot to the sensible, easy and quick as turning a page.

Despite the famous temper, David cultivated experiences. And orchids, which pampers and serves with zeal and eagerness. I like wine and conversation as a good argument. Speak clearly, sometimes too much. And that brutal clarity (sensible) is reflected in his stories, tales whose sensitivity is not affected by its changing moods.

I prefer it as a poet. In the poetry collection "Building a Bridge" (prepared by Salvador Medina Barahona and Enrique Jaramillo Levi, Testimonials National Library, UTP 2003) found a significant short and shows the extent of their subjects and almost humble handling of the poetic image, so that seems to want to hide the strength and undeniable certainty that Robinson experiences his time on earth .

Robinson found in the common man living in the flesh, to the fullest. Hear his voice his work, experiences and more.

Welcome to this new edition of the sheet.

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Orobio David Classen Robinson was born on November 9, 1960 in Panama City. He has a degree in Biology with specialization in botany, as well as Professor in Secondary Education majoring in Biology. As cultural promoter, was a founding member of Threshold Collective and other literary organizations. Modern dance was performed and university theater. Participates in concerts or other activities where two or three willing to live literature.

As person considers freedom of conscience as a priority area of \u200b\u200bindividual life, and solidarity as the foundation of the social universe. Therefore, teaching and literature are two sides of the same coin. He practiced Karate and Tai Chi. Now practice laziness. He was leader of the Department of Youth Ministry in the Archdiocese of Panama. No longer attends church. He suffers from vertigo.

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POETRY

That vast emptiness



never seen anything so flat

no hills or hollows,
without even bushes, without bends

to bend,

or holes to hide.


never saw something as simple as a sheet

blank.

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STORY DESOLATION

Leticia

Death traveled the world to admire his work and yet he was startled by the fact always find life in its path. He decided to find a place where only reigned. Sought by glaciers, oceans, deserts and mountains. Trying to destroy all but then became convinced of not having enough power. Continued until at last he found the hole that craved: a place where the breeze watching his wrists bleeding from the edge of the shackles and the cold sun tanned skin. That place was as barren wilderness when Death struck he realized that in the midst of sublime desolation, she was alive ...

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(extracted from "The Song Atrevida )

Blessed
scruples Poor
Because they return to heaven Blessed


Those who suck the warm breath
Because they fulfill their yearnings

Blessed
skin's Favorites
Because they see the face of joy Blessed


Those who live for the touch
Because they dare to live Blessed


Those who do not disguise the desire
Because they do not shake the look

Blessed
The jaguars jackets
Because they do not have cold tonight

Blessed Blessed Blessed

The
tops with breasts
The chasms
A burst
Because they already
are in heaven

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STORY

VERY EASY TO BE HAPPY

Comagre or Urracá could not imagine who would rebel blood of a woman of mettle as Maritza: teacher field, through the night by the hair, eyes and cheeks of the moon stars. A sweet woman hidden character. Back in the hidden depths of his soul, really, deep down, lay a tender heart that had to be how to get there. I remember the first times she began to suspect that I was invisible, therefore despite my greeting, he spent "stretched" to me, even undetermined. It actually return the greeting, but coldly. It was well until I decided to break the ice directly. As the woman is a woman, I told her how beautiful an inspiring compliment to be seen. I did not lie or exaggerate, but since I joined the short list of friends.

will not form a wrong idea. Maritza was not cocky or anything like that, it seemed, but was not. She just lived, breathed and walked wearing a loud metal shell. So, Maritza, without being a knight, was with an armor made with the hardest of metals: the mistrust. Distrust of the human race and distrust in herself. Distrust caused by the fear of being hurt, to feel pain again. Why did it was hard to see why the nickname "the rough."

The rough and noisy metal frame, went through there without feeling any pain and do not feel any touch of a Maori friend. Isolated from all sorrow and pleasure. When asked why it was so, I just answered:
-Life has done so.

One day he learned that behind the nicknamed "the rough." Honestly, I feared for my life, I thought it would unleash a typhoon of fire, a radioactive storm, a ... a ... But nothing happened as expected, Maritza, simply smiled, yes, he smiled. Almost no one saw her smile, as the armor hid his face, but I witnessed smiled cheerfully. Maritza was able to smile like any other human being!
This was fluttering inside my head, first with pigeon wings, and finally, with eagle's wings. One day, talking to Maritza, to say goodbye I said

- You know you're one of the friends I most want?
- Me? Why me? "He questioned stunned surprise.
"Because yes, I answered boldly serene. Maritza

opened his eyes, letting out a look of stars, while the night of his hair running down his neck. That was when her face lit moon with a smile, and at that moment I was surprised, because I heard how they fall for all the pieces of armor.

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literary events

Visit Caribbean network A ndo, the latest project online literary writer Carlos Wynter. Dedicated to the new literature of the Caribbean. Tropical flavor to the world:

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literature courses /
writing workshop
"LIVING FOR COUNTA "
Techniques and tools for producing texts and memoirs, diary, chronicle, biography, portrait and self portrait, epistolary novel, etc.
The workshop taught by Carlos Fong, a writer and promoter of reading.
Thursday 8, 15, 22 and 29 March
6:00 pm to 8:00 pm
Registration: Casa Cultural Huellas * 265-8703 * (A side Eterna Plaque).

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Today Tuesday, February 27
Editorial 9 Signs invites the submission of books

"Blackjack", an anthology of short stories and Endara Ernesto

"Thunder at Dawn" , a novel by Rafael Pernett and Morales.

7:00 pm

Manuel E. Gallery Amador / University of Panama (with Faculty of Law)
Admission is free and you can meet the authors of the works. *****************************

LITERARY CAFÉ

ASOC. WRITERS OF PANAMA

March 5 Panama's history through novels. Ariel Barrios involved and MARIO GARCÍA ALVARADO HUDSON. 7 PM Library Exedra

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National Short Story Prize "José María Sánchez" 2007

Technological University of Panama announced that the National Short Story Prize "José María Sánchez" 2007 closes this year on 30 March. The Award is given during the month of April 2007. The prize consists of 500.00 Dollars and publication of the winning. To participate, are required to submit a minimum of three stories (no maximum) in a total of 35 to 40 pages double spaced. More information: Department of Cultural Diffusion UTP, Tel 560-3627.

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Grupo Editorial Norma calls: English American Fiction Prize "The Other Shore" 2007.

Grupo Editorial Norma and Proartes summon the English American Fiction Prize "The Other Shore" 2007.

The author of the winning entry will receive a prize of thirty thousand dollars and his work will be issued under the seal of Grupo Editorial Norma in Latin America under its subsidiary in Spain, Editorial Belacqva.

The competition in

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MORE CONTESTS

Foundation convenes Signs Signs of Children's Theatre Award "Tilsia Perigault" 2006, Signs of Poetry Award "Stella Sierra" 2006. The awards consist of B/.1, 000.00, honorary diploma of merit, a package of books and publication of the winning entry, in addition to the staging of the play. Also, be granted up to two Honorable Mentions. Signs Foundation will receive the books, to be submitted in accordance with the guidelines, to Thursday May 31, 2007. Competition rules in

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Poetic Labyrinth: Javier Romero on the sheet. Genaro

E stima L reflectors:

After a very special weekend, start the program with a guest whose single visit improves the prospect of the week that unwinds as serpentine before my eyes. You can not control a serpentine. Once the first spiral shoots paper roll, follow the other, there is no stopping her. One is resigned to seeing the tousled curls on the floor, like a muse abandoned.

Speaking of muses, mine went for a walk without me last weekend and I in the opposite direction, toward the Perote the Muses, in the community of Sto. Sunday Tables. My experiences are worthy of story and I want to take them as such. And God ... which story.

That is fine with the Muses is Javier Romero Hernández, the young Panamanian poet with us, whom I consider a flame of hope on the altar of the letters of my land. Hope, because there is talent in our youth, and even more desire to work (read: break the back without expecting anything in return ... if you receive something in return that's job!). Javier planting. Javier harvest.

I love his work because it has grip, dexterity, rhythm and color. His poetry, awarded since its inception as a writer, earned him the publication of his first book "Meditation in a maze and other aberrations" (Stock Hardware, Editorial 9 Signs), a poetry book that compiles the verses with which he won honorable mention Competition Gustavo Batista Cedeño 2006 and launch took place on January 30. Javier's poems have been published in literary magazines hospitalizations, Ants Cathedral (Cuba), Letralia (Venezuela) and this is just the beginning of his career. For homework, I leave the purchase and reading of Meditation in a Maze, which is already on sale in bookstores and pharmacies, to enjoy deep work, cool (can be both at once), as compassionate and fierce . This is our youth and so the poet has managed to capture it for us. I hope the serpentine

life unrolls in colors for all you are doing Here sheet.

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The Fruit

Written at my dear friend, Joe Murillo.

Because your shadow
always hang like a dark fruit,
you might want to transform into a bird and not fall

litter as a heartbeat to nowhere:
then be useless down the tree, plant another seed
not tremble,
close the door and hide forever

rope could not contain your absence;
of your tongue where stars grow winter

gods and those who lived their sadness in us. Therefore
will climb your tree when it rains,
and take an umbrella,
and give you a cloak, and the midday
a glass of water will shut down your fear, your rope aflojaré
and a bit to talk to me,
for tell me ant
confuses his lair with your chest, waking dog
you still looking at night hikes,
in uncultivated lands where everything suffers
your hot gravitation, where we often feel

emerge as the secret hunch that we were denied ,
the small body of a can
or ocher cloth affliction
contesting its quiet on the weed.
And I'll tell you I'm here, you
me
listening to the precipice of your voice in my sorrow,
the murmur of my veins and other
as sleepwalking roots lost in myself.
And I'll tell you I'm there,
without you in my only
is this clot nocturnal blood
sleepy vertigo, nausea
a day latitudes, because I feel a green
harassed,
feel branches that break on my brow and a suspended death
my neck I awake, because I feel those
leaves that shiver in your body and wounded
faltering lips in a kiss.

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Violeta

And always find between those things that awaken drenched
the remains of your shadow.
caught between my poems,
find living under one roof,
using a pair of shoes where the rain never come,
confronting in your human form of loneliness.

True, Violeta,

the sea is everything a creature of nostalgia and tears content, a wounded man
which summarizes the hope, because I look

sea and I think you may also view
during those hours when birds and trees are found;
and I think also we managed to find, there, in that dispersion

foam and reverberations parallel
which brings the time and
beats all those things we wanted to love.

April 4, 2005.

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born September 2, 1983 in the town of Chorrera. In 2002, won the Demetrio Herrera Sevillano, organized by the University of Panama, with his collection Delusions of Blood. In 2004, gets honorable mention in the National Youth Poetry Award Gustavo Batista Cedeño, with the book "Poems to find a human being." In 2006, again received mention in the same event, with the poetry book "Meditation in a maze." A Javier likes the music of Fito Paez, Gustavo Cerati, Moenia and, of course, Pablo Milanes.

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Lili Mendoza

Story

I missed three times. I was late. I've locked my keys in the car. I had no spare key, also found a locksmith. I struggled with testosterone half the town, throwing wild options while I tried a maneuver maguiver with a coat hanger. So crazy, after an hour of struggle, it sounded beautiful: one of the windows would break with the hammer wielded a Gentile audience as major league bat. Spending my God Spending! Told the crowd - I break I said. I could not. Shit. To hell with this. He broke the owner's deck. Meanwhile, my thin, is foreign, everything looked like a dream. I missed the poetry reading in the park. We wanted to eat, because nothing else was and I missed it. Again. Another hour and found the hotel. While waiting for the key that would open the rest, a stranger took the guitar serenades skinny for me while the owner of the guitar (the skinny one), watched in amazement, how the world unfolded in techno-color-surreal (1). Leaving the hotel, heading to the inn, I spent a high I have ever seen. I hit a taxi. I wanted to pay the driver for damages, but declined. The police came. Hours passed. I wanted to rush to the police and he told me how no ma'am, quick take her to the cops. I gave up. I slept in the reclined seat of my car and squeezed sad paw of the beloved. I said - Flaco, home camíname

.- (1) In the world of music, playing the guitar outside the woman's touch is as a musician. Guitar touch the wife of a musician with his own guitar ... that is a mortal sin.


How the muse left me stranded in Santo Domingo a Cursed Saturday night.

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