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Rarely does anyone have access to a privileged view of the city which has from this place. The feeling of being above the clouds that cover this small, but big cities, develops in the viewer a sense of freedom as the little hawk spreads its wings to glide over our heads. During the day the show is overwhelming. It's like having my hands on that city. In a second and with a little twist of my eyes, I move that being in that jungle of cement, asphalt, and smog would take me half an hour ... hopefully. In the distance, almost on the horizon, that body of water that I recognize as Lake Ilopango reflects the sun's rays. To the right, the last portion of El Espino with its intense green that reminds me of one of the few lungs of the city, although with some difficulty breathing. More to the center, the Colossus of Montserrat highlighted with this inexplicable color scheme, and just as if it were a kind of "history citadina" I'm going through one by one the monuments, buildings and structures emblematic of the great San Salvador. Falling

night, the show was intense. A nice coat of fresh air shakes my flesh, making me feel the need to cover myself with more clothes. As in any theater, dense fog often makes the scenes that cover the set, and let see her until she is at its peak. Thousands of lights twinkle in the same rhythm, like a giant heart, coupled with the buzz of the city that hides its secrets, tells us that she is alive. While

those hundreds of lights shine and are reflected in my eyes, my imagination flies over the sky of the city, collecting the dreams of others in some way in that time have a connection with me. Perhaps because he raised his eyes toward heaven, or directed toward this green mountain which strictly monitors sentinel at that moment I know there are at least half a dozen people who thought like me.

is how this town has earned a place in my heart and my memories. Unique blend of tranquility of the mountains and the indelible link with the fury of the city. The fact that he can never again have this great view, does not mean that it does not return to live that heap of feelings, knowing that at some point in my life, I will have the opportunity to live and recreate it, although in another place. Bye.

Photos: Celeste Menendez

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Volcano Three stories and a voice

Time to post something that enriches the literary exercise. I always had the idea to put some items of literature or half poetic words, but honestly I do not get out much the poet, because I have to have something hidden ... That's why I turned to a good friend like me, go in this roll of blogs, but it takes me a long time ahead. This is one of the posts that I like the legendary and ill-famed Chele Z. Enjoy.

Three Stories and One Voice.

1Despierto with day to day

2It another day in the city of

3The fury fury, is to live surrounded by clones of the system and rebels without bases.

1Impulsado only by my will

2Llego the time to start living,

3Aunque to at times would not.



1Create be happy because I have everything

2Y although I have you

3Tengo me that people recognize me hinder my path.

1Más actually I have no one, single,

2Vivo imagined every moment when history is invested
3The
now want to move, for a second, a star in the sky.

1Y is that loneliness per se opens infinite possibilities

book 2Deseo to live as I want and the person I love,

3Alcanzando utopia, the cherished dream, far from all that I do not care.



1Vivo adventures filled with female essences

2sin matter having to terminate me, my instincts, my senses that I do

3Darme the end that no one treats me, because all they are still a simple puppets of their idolologías.

1Existo untethered sentimental restrict me what I really want do

2See, smell, hear, take or leave, no matter if I live, if I am or if I come, if I am and if I have,

3Compromisos that inhibit real personality and free will.



1When wishes, wants, do whatever, I can kiss, bang, break free, 2O

me to realize that without you,

3Vivir is only worn in relations with beings that are not worth it, making walking
together


1 Do Begin or end? thousand and one night love ... because everything is on me and nobody else

2Nada makes sense, because only you are my beginning and you just want to get to the end,

3Up the end of this bland existence



** If you pay attention, every line has at his side a number 1, 2 or 3. If you cut and paste each line with others in your group, we found that under one voice we have three stories, three different people with very mixed views. But at the same time and thoughts have qualities in common that they be able to combine in the same story:

1) Casanova

wake up to the day to day,

driven only by my will

I be happy because I have However,

But actually I have no one, single,

And, loneliness opens a book per se infinite possibilities. Live

adventure full of female essences

Existo untethered sentimental restrict what I really want to do

Anytime, to want, do whatever, I can kiss, bang, get rid

Start or end, thousand and a one night love ... because everything is in me and no one else


2) Love

is another day in the city of fury

It is time to start living,

And although you I have imagined me

Live every moment when history is invested

as I wish I could live with the person you want,

Regardless of having to terminate me, my instincts, my senses that I do

See, smell, hear, take or leave, no matter if I live, if I am or if I come, if I am and if I have,

O give me that account without you

Nothing makes sense, because only you are my beginning and you just want to get to the end


3) Antisocial

Rage, is to live surrounded by clones of the system and rebels without bases,

Although at times it would not,

I have to admit that the people next to me hinder my path.

For now I want to move, for a second, a star in the sky

Reaching Utopia, the cherished dream, far from all that I do not care,

Realizing that the end no one is assimilated to me, because all they are still a mere puppet of Commitments

idolologías inhibit real personality and free will.

live is only worn in relations with beings that are not worth it, making us walk together

Until the end of this bland existence.


By: Chele Z
http://chelezeta.wordpress.com/