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What is a blog? The term comes English blog "weblog," which means registration network. The blog is a website, usually free, used by the individual as a personal blog. Blogs are frequently updated by their authors and their format allows readers to comment on the content of the page. Actually, the blog can be used as best fit. So sheet. , as well as pages of the authors are presenting today, is devoted to what pleases me most: Panamanian literature.
blog What is interesting is that virtual communities forged around issues ranging from foreign policy, toothpaste and fetishes, to the ever changing moods of thousands of teenagers around the world. There is no censorship in this type of publication, is in the opinion of the "author" to determine the material to publish, design and layout of the text.
As a means of publication is direct, without limits or constraints, many new writers prefer as an alternative to traditional publishing of books and booklets ... Why? You may remove the long blog, and not always successful, the process of trying your luck with the "literary," or simply avoid the shame of making known his modest work, as some authors who feel supported are not yet out of the closet literature.
This is where today after starting the debate broadcasting: the digital medium will replace the book? NEVER (to preventing, sheet. fight to the end). Are there any literary merit in the work submitted online? What about quality? Tonight we discuss three authors "bloggers" reasons, views and opinions.
What is a blog? The term comes English blog "weblog," which means registration network. The blog is a website, usually free, used by the individual as a personal blog. Blogs are frequently updated by their authors and their format allows readers to comment on the content of the page. Actually, the blog can be used as best fit. So sheet. , as well as pages of the authors are presenting today, is devoted to what pleases me most: Panamanian literature.
blog What is interesting is that virtual communities forged around issues ranging from foreign policy, toothpaste and fetishes, to the ever changing moods of thousands of teenagers around the world. There is no censorship in this type of publication, is in the opinion of the "author" to determine the material to publish, design and layout of the text.
As a means of publication is direct, without limits or constraints, many new writers prefer as an alternative to traditional publishing of books and booklets ... Why? You may remove the long blog, and not always successful, the process of trying your luck with the "literary," or simply avoid the shame of making known his modest work, as some authors who feel supported are not yet out of the closet literature.
This is where today after starting the debate broadcasting: the digital medium will replace the book? NEVER (to preventing, sheet. fight to the end). Are there any literary merit in the work submitted online? What about quality? Tonight we discuss three authors "bloggers" reasons, views and opinions.
Welcome to the sheet.
*****
CARLOS BROWN
Day after day
Movement of smoke, waves Designating
sense
That is wrapped in a blanket,
Sense that gives you life. Interweaving
words
Shaping your essentially
transmitting,
Each hint of madness,
in the faces of hunger,
In the absence of freedom.
Fighting my conscience,
What stops me,
not let me face my destiny with fury,
Whom desire
Dealing with head held high, insane
Delivered to sanity,
of awakening one day.
I bet you
Pass, run, trampoline resbálate against timers,
Seconds pass, like my life,
in an eternal struggle between good and evil balanced
Seeking balance,
Judgement righteous who violates any unhealthy clemency
prevent the reality of the new era,
Have drums and drums, trumpets
something that can be called ska,
Look how easy it raises this post modernity,
Where other music dance , live
other ideals,
That challenge in an almost suicidal attempt, which pays tribute
But our effort,
no matter the money,
Regardless of how you proceed, just follow our rule
base,
to maintain a balance individual
And forget not exist,
not persist,
In a suspicious world.
***********
JAIRO LLAURO
natural birth, was born on June 9, 1967. Between stripes and spots on the primary notebooks, showed interest, he still holds, so graphic. Works as a designer, and his head is full of figures, letters and the sounds they make when they crawl from one place to another. "Death exposed" is his first publication. Includes stories outlining death, but they do not intend understand or define. They are ordinary events in surrounding sometimes belong to the microworld. Today, it still scratching, writing, watching and trying to express.
WORK
STONY
is among the stones and night
where the foot rests.
where hundreds of bats scary, scary play
who they know are not there.
WIG
silent
between branches and stones.
The black paint from the tops of the trees
all that is heaven and throat
down from the treetops
all that is Mt.
The stones and
not counted because they are many. Because they live
contrary to popular belief.
They walk like crabs, turtles
as 300 years, sleeping in holes
snakes and bats.
The flow of a fertile womb of lava,
gently, devoutly,
but the eyes do not understand his voice, hoping the rescue
night
in the globes of light that fall from the sky and kiss the plains
, mountains.
grandfather on his ranch knows.
Your gateway asleep on the floor, palm
his cross and his painted wooden bed herb growing forgetfulness
guarding it,
leading to his breast, closing
roads.
is only broken glass,
pan over rocks,
who know them, are the grandfather
entangled with whistles of moisture.
are the same stones that have always cared for the way
jealous, because they hold a treasure
:
his ranch.
And the frog, flower, bugs,
lightning and man's loneliness
are one. They are the stony path
your not forgotten,
that do not require the light outside
to see you.
where the foot rests.
where hundreds of bats scary, scary play
who they know are not there.
WIG
silent
between branches and stones.
The black paint from the tops of the trees
all that is heaven and throat
down from the treetops
all that is Mt.
The stones and
not counted because they are many. Because they live
contrary to popular belief.
They walk like crabs, turtles
as 300 years, sleeping in holes
snakes and bats.
The flow of a fertile womb of lava,
gently, devoutly,
but the eyes do not understand his voice, hoping the rescue
night
in the globes of light that fall from the sky and kiss the plains
, mountains.
grandfather on his ranch knows.
Your gateway asleep on the floor, palm
his cross and his painted wooden bed herb growing forgetfulness
guarding it,
leading to his breast, closing
roads.
is only broken glass,
pan over rocks,
who know them, are the grandfather
entangled with whistles of moisture.
are the same stones that have always cared for the way
jealous, because they hold a treasure
:
his ranch.
And the frog, flower, bugs,
lightning and man's loneliness
are one. They are the stony path
your not forgotten,
that do not require the light outside
to see you.
STORY
Five, six, seven and eight
Donatt
Lorenzo, owner of the neighborhood butcher, had this business for 30 years. Born in Uruguay, single, thin, strong hands and thick mustache. Augusta
Mendoza, a resident of sector 25 years ago, a chemistry professor, retired, childless and inveterate lover of ten cats living with her.
Twenty days have passed since the terrible find Lorenzo. Was found in the dining room of his apartment, located above the carnage, poisoned with broad-spectrum pesticide, according to the forensic report.
Embalconada
From her rocking chair, Augusta has quietly to their cats - ... five, six, seven and eight.
The gently rocking back and forth, while the retired peeps a little smile when looking over the board Gramaxone gallon.
Donatt
Lorenzo, owner of the neighborhood butcher, had this business for 30 years. Born in Uruguay, single, thin, strong hands and thick mustache. Augusta
Mendoza, a resident of sector 25 years ago, a chemistry professor, retired, childless and inveterate lover of ten cats living with her.
Twenty days have passed since the terrible find Lorenzo. Was found in the dining room of his apartment, located above the carnage, poisoned with broad-spectrum pesticide, according to the forensic report.
Embalconada
From her rocking chair, Augusta has quietly to their cats - ... five, six, seven and eight.
The gently rocking back and forth, while the retired peeps a little smile when looking over the board Gramaxone gallon.
Visit the author:
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The author was born in Santiago Veraguas, Panama, 24 December 1971. Resides in Panama City since 1990. Writer, translator and lawyer and member of the Directors of the Association of Writers Panama.
Her poems have been published in anthologies "Arts in Motion hug" (Montevideo, Uruguay 2006), magazines such as "Divers", Catalunya, Spain, 2005 and "Maga" Panama, 2006 and as in various magazines and anthologies in English as "In our own words, in Itself definig Generation Vol 6 & 7" and "True Poetry Magazine" Oct. 2004 ". He has published a book of poems, SWING (2003).
addition to Sofia Santim initiative, organized concerts with young poets and others in ULACIT with Ecuadorian poet Marieta Cuesta. This year the concerts organized by the Literary Café Writers Association of Panama.
I.
The social Pangea creaks, assigns, dispelling,
sinking into the waters of a massive and particularly autism.
II. The delicate plates
tolerance
extrañanamente is causing tremors of suspicion settled
centrifugal telluric.
III.
The last pieces of the "Terra Firma" Garrett's Ocean
waters lie scattered among autistic
separated by intolerant terrestrial accommodations.
IV. Island
realities of individual existence
which overlook pale memories of the mythical continent,
and even the Social Pangea.
V.
Downtown, in the Axis press a simmer Revolution,
the dreaded catastrophe is only the rearrangement
of a New Centripetal.
CRIME SCENE
Fingerprints
of popular consciousness
hybrid
hang in a vacuum,
tainted blood identity
lost
sharp pieces of the generation gap
hand cut
of society.
****
TONIGHT: 7:00 PM
Manuel E. Gallery Amador, University of Panama (near the Faculty of Law).
Presentation book "rat" by Enrique Jaramillo Levi.
Wr? Bathrooms to lahoja@gmail.com 
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