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Maria Elena Walsh

hell are you? (1968)

Let's play in the world
while the Devil is.

Diablo, are you?


I'm getting the holster
and military coat,
and my music by shrapnel
all want to see dance.

I'm getting white gloves
and ministerial frock coat,
and I'm going to sign decrees
to business as usual.


I'm getting the hat
and apron charity.
First invention poor and sick,
after the hospital gift.

'm putting the glasses
and have not finished
gold coins, banknotes new
checks that no charge.

I'm wearing the undertaker
with a boutonniere
to go see pornography
is my child weakness.


'm putting the armor
for the peace conference:
the first to pull the pump
reign with me.


Let's play in the world
while the Devil is.
His works and his pomps
who do not celebrate.

Diablo, are you?

guitar and singing, these two tools were to Maria Elena a passport that opened the borders in the world (Photo: Sevilla, 1950).

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María Elena Walsh (Buenos Aires , 1 February 1930 - 10 January 2011 )

Living Myth, cultural hero, crests of almost every childhood

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ants today at ochoydieciséisaeme dodged. Iban windsurfing on the pavement with huge yellow petals. For a moment I thought the wind as kites go up again. It would have been something nice to see.

40 minutes long is my morning reading. No, Monsieur Othon's son died yet, but Rieux has lost all hope and I suspect that tomorrow I shall slip into more in my seat to hide the tears.

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hawk I saw the other day from my office window. Flew into the pine trees and pine trees above the clouds were white and fat. One of them was shaped like a bunny or elephant, depending on how you look. When Marsh did not see it again, but the rabbit-elephant took a while on the horizon, along with the other cloud shaped like a tag just, perhaps because it was lack of imagination.

450 milliliters donated a couple of weeks. Where does the blood? "From the heart? I'm not sure, but I think so. Between platelets was also a part of my strength. Would you serve, baby.

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final grade was undeserved. Thus ended my academic year. Thanks to San Gödel for this miracle and Miss Fiamma sleepless nights if p then q.

2 bouquets of roses I brought Miss F. before you travel. They are beautiful and even decorative, but they can not evoke memories. I'd rather stick my nose in the left shirt tucked under his pillow.

Numbers denote abstract entities. Not serve to tell anything. The stories go on the other side.

Happy 2011 to the kind blogaudiencia.