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by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

recently found a plastic soldier in the garden. He was half buried. Friction with the earth my feet out, and unfortunately broke his base. Just for curiosity I tried to attach it strange again. Useless, just glue would do us the favor. If only I could join the broken, if only the errors cease to exist. But life is no life without mistakes, without the lift and fall and get up again. You need to break things and unite with glue, to recall that were broken.

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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Roto

by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

Income, descuentito of each payment that we are, you can return to our pockets. How important contribution, for some it may save the month, week or day. In the various offices heard people ask "Have you returned the rent?"
The 30 is the last day to file. People starts to run.

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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Yawning Dario Rafael Menjivar Ochoa Dies

by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

Darius Cinema opened her mouth wide to describe the inside with pain. The door shows gloomy walls that still keep the distance the memory of those days when their rooms exhibiting films of medium quality, rather than the three Xs were her bra. It is the only door, everything else is sealed, keeping stories I did not see or did not take me to see, because this movie was a mystery to me. Located on the street
Rubén Darío, in downtown San Salvador, could be a perfect setting for cultural activities and instead is empty it and holds boxes and dust as the vast majority of the dwellers in our country, crossing the streets without knowing who's sailed before and why and when and who was the first. While the film Darius lying in wait for "... I'll tell you a story."

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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CERAMICS WORKSHOP

Hi everyone! I know for a long time since I updated but now my priorities are other than making clay figures. However there is a pottery studio here in La Coruña and this Saturday I signed up for a class. See what I do. It is a wonderful opportunity as well learn with professionals.

Well, I'll tell you the moment I left the workshop web page if you want to take a
vistacillo http://www.vmartesania.com/

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by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

death is inappropriate, sometimes comes without the precincts to arrive, others are expected. Rafael Menjivar Ochoa has died. It is a sad news that someone with his talent and with a half life before having to leave. Krisma share the pain and small, as well as other children and relatives of the writer. May the Lord strengthen their spirits in this ordeal.

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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Cement

by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

Gradually the concrete is covering everything. Many houses no longer look show two separate gardens and walls that hide our customs. The streets have become transit points and the old colonies where they shared the life being left empty.
shared my childhood with two colonies: The Santa Clara and San Luis. The first still looks like the same corners, the same colors, but people who saw happen at noon. While the St. Louis has completely changed, and there are no gardens or at least have a few that are not covered by walls and gates.
Before it was rare to see graffiti or stains on the walls without sense, now young people are in the walls to put their names deformed, trying to conjure up their souls and their lives. Soon these walls will be like now and then may no longer have gardens, no gates or who knows.

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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Chagal

by Mauricio Vallejo Márquez

The streets have been opened. Maple Street has been allowed to see his heart, at least its sidewalks show their past and present. Far left in the memory count traders who camped at them and gave us from a bootleg into the New Code of commercial proceedings. But do not let the street vendors in nature and still in school, only mobile or silent, more sober in their posts: a blanket, a shirt and merchandise. But the rumor, the one who kept hearing the song of birds or the wind in the tops of the trees are gone. And as I go on those sidewalks and Motherhood I approach I see as the vegetation has returned to these sidewalks that had years of not having them branches and leaves. Maybe with the rain returning birds also migrate and after squirrels and well at last we can cohabit the world and ourselves, nature and society and achieve wonderful symbiosis that God gave us.

Mauricio Vallejo Márquez, Salvadoran writer. Know your route and their works.

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Half

Kicking the paths of past history,

tripping over cobblestones

silence impregnated lanterns

of corners without name.

sink my bare feet in

feelings muddy puddles.

I collapsed in my lap

souvenir

abandoned on sidewalks eaten by sadness.

choked with so much melancholy,

looking for a place to bury my bones

and my pain.

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Paseo

Half kiss, half laughing

was the enigma that delivers to your mouth

to untangle

with the mastery of your long fingers.

my heart burned with fire,

a bit so you do not forget

and much more to know that you belong.

And your eyes were the wellhead

on the fall again and again,

on the alienation of love,

always last.

appointing You were afraid because you tore

wonder the mere idea.

beyond my simple image

pleas because touch burned in your heart.

enjoy them,

doliéndonos in the purest sense

losing moderation,

enslaved in

passion to be beyond redemption.

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kiss cry me tomorrow renga

I cried in

penumbra

vacuum

the deafening silence,

to dry my memories.

I cried the crowd

Street

zombies to lose

in the labyrinth of solitude.

I wept until the skin

cracks began to carve

took root in

forgotten faded.

I stopped crying when

swollen eyes

failed to recognize.