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Gingrich Outflanks Obama From The Left

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Quite frankly, it seems there have already been way too many GOP debates, and many more scheduled. They have been going on now for far too long. Please. The candidates perhaps cannot remember what they initially thought. And they may, for a change, say something constructive.

'We Are Running Out Of Time'

We know it is a debate because the most frequently repeated phrase is “We are running out of time.” The pace is frenetic, the cameras swing wildly from one face to another, and very quickly, everything is over… Or are we bored enough and change to another reality show. A real one, not a staged performance.

‘We Are Running Out Of Time’

We know it is a debate because the most frequently repeated phrase is “We are running out of time.” The pace is frenetic, the cameras swing wildly from one face to another, and very quickly, everything is over… Or are we bored enough and change to another reality show. A real one, not a staged performance.

To César Vallejo

— What if after all those prayers I succumb to my agony? What if all of a sudden it moves as it was foreseen         as they said it would if after moving once and for all the rock inhibits                       keeps out                     returns to itself refuses to fall down further into the void’s bottom and then…

From this side

To Maythé Rueda, April, 1998 The men that I am in the mirror don’t  talk to each other neither they live in the mirror they look at without looking at they don’t promise neither they converge in the smoke of your lips the men that I look in the mirror are innocuous they clean in…

To Borges – Variation V

I committed the worst of all sins: not being complete. Across the fields my race didn’t last long and will extinguish with my death me being the sole prototype of a different form of existence an unlikely genetic mutation between the gabriels and the lerners I sinned because I did not finished the novel I…

Prayer in three betrayed voices

to my sons and other people that I abandoned Across the quiet field my view embraces like an infrared periscope left in a plain desert under the mud              gray as the night that I swallow while I survive in the ambush there are masks, knives, sad voices that call me from the center of a…