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The barefoot poet: Poems

The barefoot poet: Poems

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Foreword.Deposit all seawater into a small and fragile glass; or reduce The Eternal Grandiosity of the Supreme Being in the accounts of the Rosary of a nun, is exactly the same as trying to define or comment on the Work of Armando Blanco in some paper pages. I say this; because with the spell of the magic words of "Open Sesame," I entered the life of this phenomenal being to meet his impressive literary production. And this book "The Barefoot Poet" is just a leaf of a huge, very flowery tree. So it only remains for me to add that beings like Armando, are those that many say, were touched by the hands of God.Jos Rodolfo Ram rez.
Whole Body: Poems

Whole Body: Poems

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
BRIEF INTRODUCTION.In El Salvador, a small and beautiful country nestled in the belt of America, Armando Blanco is born, who at the dawn of his youth begins to glean in the fields of literature, writing simple, clear and spontaneous poems, as if looking for a paragon with the Bucolic wake that will leave us the excellent Alfredo Espino, also Salvadoran.Presumably, the elusive intellectual environment of the convulsed Salvadoran country prompted Blanco to seek better horizons by moving to Mexico, where he ventured into the art of singing, performing songs of his own inspiration.He obtains triumphs in that field, but his latent restlessness for the adventure, makes him continue his journey until he arrives at this legendary angel city, where he continues to project himself as a singer and achieves the recording of his first full-length album, which causes a pleasant impression in the Latin American conglomerate, especially among Salvadoran citizens residing in Los Angeles.A year after this event, the poet Blanco, surprises us with the suggestive idea of this book of poems that has the title WHOLE BODY, whose originals we have had in our handsArmando's sensitivity makes him express his vision artistically about life's vital problems. The reality of everyday life and the problems of a sentimental nature motivate the White poet to write his poems at different times and those already gathered in this poems are sure that they will be liked by the reader.Eduardo Morales N ez.
Stelae 3

Stelae 3

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
X * xWhen society with its petty opium, laws, rules, and religions, shattered me, it could not tear my head apart, because in this dwells a thought that they could not, nor could destroy.X * xI learned to let go of everyone who never wanted to be with me..X * xHow could a poor god cease to be and perform as GOD, if man does not try to be Man?... God for Man, and MAN for GOD...X * xI forgot to dream, laugh, water the garden in the mornings since you decided to leave.And now, on my table, every bite goes like a piece of sadness
Stelae 4: Stelae 4

Stelae 4: Stelae 4

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
As Amen says, there is no chain worse than the one that is not seen, and because we do not see it or have the power to perceive it, we accept it and believe we are free even though it is not.
Around the day in my own world.

Around the day in my own world.

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
THE FANTASTIC TERRITORIES OF ARMANDO BLANCO.I suppose that for anyone it is an easy and simple job to talk about the successes, problems, virtues and difficulties with which a writer builds his work.Land open to personal speculation, in which our experience as readers directly intervenes, books usually have multiple meanings.For that reason, the same phrase or a literary image are never the same in the eyes of different human beings. In that lies much of the magic that is hidden in each written word.Born in El Salvador, overwhelmed Central American reality that has not put an end to the incomprehensible and bloody struggle that has been debated for several years, Armando Blanco lives and walks through the city of Los Angeles building the lines of his own universe. That wide and unbeatable world, free of all the logical and rational limitations that Blanco refers to in the enigmatic but illustrative title of this book.True to his inclination to play and handle at will the material that he has in his hands, Armando Blanco leads the protagonist of his narration towards a series of unexpected encounters that only confirm something that he systematically refuses to accept: that the world that he knows it is not as he thinks and that he is not that person whose figure is reflected daily on the surface of the mirrors.From one moment to another, as if they had been made with a fantastic and unreal material, or perhaps too real to be able to understand its true dimension, the life and circumstances surrounding the protagonist of Armando Blanco's text, they acquire a new meaning, and from that, a different significance for its existence.Shipwrecked of himself, with nothing and no one to tie him to things and the human beings that surround him, lost in the middle of an unknown territory whose limits do not reach even to be drawn slightly, the character created by Blanco's imagination It leads to a surprising end.An ending in which, as always happens in texts written under the influence of an exuberant fantasy, everything can be possible.Juan Rodriguez Flores.
Estelas 4

Estelas 4

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Como dicen Amen, no hay cadena peor que la que no se ve, y por no verla ni tener el poder de percibirla, la aceptamos y creemos ser libres aun no est ndolo.
You Go: Poems

You Go: Poems

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
You go. You go...You get out of hand even though I adore you.I do not know if I feel sorry for you, for me, or both and they get frustrated in my past springs fingers. When my sick soul needed you most and the tendon of my life rots and dies, you are the one who sends in my last breath the macabre taste of my silence... I do not know how much value my feeling had.Nor will I know if it was worth it to have loved you.I only know that I feel in the same way what I gave you, and that is enough to make my pain rot more. I ask the microbes of hell, the piranhas that slip inside me, the martyr that transits the waters of my eyes, this moment that blinds, that kills, that absorbs, a minute with you before dying. I'm your love. Your own love, and you do not realize it.You do not know that when you die, you will not live quietly.You pre aras of stones every step of your life like slow death to your heart without form. Of you, the other part I am and you have not seen it.The complement that has made you sigh and curse.And if I die; part of you will die with me. I was your land, your root and seed.The faithful counsel that took your hands to the fruit garden.The seagull that gave you the air and taught you to fly.The worm that showed you the fetidness of the earth.The seaweed that put marine secrets in your belly.The song of the cock that woke up your dark dreams.Freedom before the chain that suffocated you. The gift of warmth to your cold ... ice floes. But I was also the ice that sheltered your back and freed you forever from your eternal fever.Today; I am goodbye and I have no other... I ask the microbes of hell.To the piranhas that slide in my insides.To the martyr that transits the waters of my eyes.To this moment that blinds, that kills, that absorbs, a minute with you before dying...
Voce vai.: Poemas

Voce vai.: Poemas

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Voc vai Voc vai.Voc fica fora de controle mesmo que eu te adore.Eu n o sei se sinto muito por voc , por mim, ou por ambos, e eles ficam frustrados com o passado. Quando minha alma doente mais precisou de voc e o tend o da minha vida apodrece e morre, voc quem manda no meu ltimo suspiro o gosto macabro do meu sil ncio. Eu n o sei quanto valor meu sentimento tinha.Nem vou saber se valeu a pena ter te amado.S sei que sinto da mesma maneira o que te dei, e isso o suficiente para fazer minha dor apodrecer mais. Pe o aos micr bios do inferno, as piranhas que escorregam dentro de mim, o m rtir que transita as guas dos meus olhos, esse momento que cega, que mata, que absorve, um minuto com voc antes de morrer. Sou teu amor. Seu pr prio amor, e voc n o percebe isso.Voc n o sabe que quando voc morrer, voc n o viver em sil ncio.Voc pre aras de pedras a cada passo de sua vida como a morte lenta ao seu cora o sem forma. De voc , a outra parte eu sou e voc n o viu.O complemento que fez voc suspirar e xingar.E se eu morrer; parte de voc vai morrer comigo. Eu era sua terra, sua raiz e semente.O fiel conselho que levou suas m os ao jardim de frutas.A gaivota que te deu o ar e te ensinou a voar.O verme que lhe mostrou a f tida da terra.As algas que colocam segredos marinhos em sua barriga.A can o do galo que despertou seus sonhos sombrios.Liberdade antes da cadeia que te sufocou. O presente de calor para o seu frio ... banquisas de gelo. Mas eu tamb m era o gelo que abrigava suas costas e libertava voc para sempre da sua eterna febre.Hoje; Eu sou adeus e n o tenho outro ... Eu pergunto aos micr bios do inferno.Para as piranhas que deslizam em minhas entranhas.Para o m rtir que transita as guas dos meus olhos.Para este momento que cega, que mata, que absorve, um minuto com voc antes de morrer.
Tu Vai.: Poesie.

Tu Vai.: Poesie.

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Tu vai.Tu vai.Ti sfuggi di mano anche se ti adoro.Non so se dispiace per te, per me, o entrambi e frustrati nel mio passato dita a molla. Quando ho avuto bisogno la mia anima malata e tendini dei miei marcisce vita e muore, sei tu il capo nel mio ultimo respiro il gusto macabro mio silenzio. Non so quanto valore abbia avuto il mio sentimento.N sapr se valesse la pena di averti amato.So solo che mi sento allo stesso modo in cui ti ho dato, e questo abbastanza per il mio dolore marcisce pi . Chiedi microbi inferno, piranha volo a vela su me stesso, il martire in transito nelle acque dei miei occhi, questa volta non vedenti, che uccide, che assorbe un minuto con te prima di morire. Io sono il tuo amore Il tuo amore, e non te ne rendi conto.Non sai che quando morirai, non vivrai tranquillamente.Pre aras di pietre ogni passo della tua vita come morte lenta al tuo cuore senza forma. Di te, l'altra parte sono io e tu non l'hai visto.Il complemento che ti ha fatto sospirare e imprecare.E se muoio; una parte di te morir con me. Ero la tua terra, la tua radice e il tuo seme.Il consiglio fedele che ha portato le tue mani nel frutteto.Il gabbiano che ti ha dato l'aria e ti ha insegnato a volare.Il verme che ti mostr la fetidit della terra.Le alghe che mettono segreti marini nella tua pancia.La canzone del gallo che ha svegliato i tuoi sogni oscuri.La libert prima della catena che ti ha soffocato. Il dono del calore al tuo freddo ... il ghiaccio galleggia. Ma ero anche un riparo ghiaccio la schiena e te per sempre liberato del vostro calore eterna.oggi; Sono addio e non ho altro ... Chiedo ai microbi dell'inferno.Ai piranha che scivolano dentro di me.Al martire che transita nelle acque dei miei occhi.In questo momento non vedenti, che uccide, che assorbe un minuto prima di morire ...*******Il messaggero.L'ho vestito al meglio che ho potuto ... Perle tra le mani.Aroma di fiori nel suo dire ... Volto di angelo, corpo di Apollo ... Forza di un Dio.L'ho mandato a chiamare tutte le porte del quartiere ...Torn con i colpi in faccia. Una gamba rotta e un paio di costole rotte ..Non era bello come la mia euforia lo ha disegnato ..Cieco nelle mie passioni, l'ho immaginato come ...Ho guarito le ferite, ma non era abbastanza.Ho cambiato le sue gambe, le sue braccia, ma non era abbastanza.Con pi calma, ho cambiato il suo corpo.Certo della sua formazione e di non aver sbagliato. L'ho mandato a toccare porte lontane ..., in tutto il mondo ... Ma ha evitato il vicinato che lo ha ferito cos tanto.
Votre t'En Vas: Poèmes

Votre t'En Vas: Poèmes

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Votre t'en vas. Votre t'en vas...Vous devenez incontr lable m me si je vous adore.Je ne sais pas si de se sentir d sol pour vous, pour moi, ou les deux et frustr dans mes derniers doigts de printemps. Quand je vous avais besoin de mon me malade et babiche de mes pourritures de la vie et meurt, vous tes le patron dans mon dernier souffle le go t macabre de mon silence... Je ne sais pas quelle valeur mon sentiment avait.Je ne saurai pas non plus si cela valait la peine de t'avoir aim .Je sais que je ressens la m me chose que je vous ai donn , et cela me suffit pour ma douleur pourrisse plus. Demandez des microbes enfer, piranhas glisse sur moi-m me, le martyr transitant dans les eaux de mes yeux, ce aveugle, ce qui annihile, qui absorbe une minute avec vous avant qu'il ne meure. Je suis ton amour. Votre propre amour, et vous ne le r alisez pas.Vous ne savez pas que lorsque vous mourrez, vous ne vivrez pas tranquillement.Vous pre aras de pierres chaque tape de votre vie comme mort lente votre coeur sans forme. De vous, l'autre partie je suis et vous ne l'avez pas vu.Le compl ment qui t'a fait soupirer et maudire.Et si je meurs une partie de vous mourra avec moi. J' tais ta terre, ta racine et ta semence.Le conseil fid le qui a pris vos mains au jardin de fruits.La mouette qui vous a donn l'air et vous a appris voler.Le ver qui vous a montr la f tidit de la terre.Les algues qui mettent des secrets marins dans ton ventre.La chanson du coq qui a r veill vos r ves sombres.La libert devant la cha ne qui t'as touff . Le cadeau de la chaleur votre rhume... gla ons. Mais j' tais aussi la glace qui abritait ton dos et te lib rait pour toujours de ta fi vre ternelle.Aujourd'hui; Je suis au revoir et je n'ai pas d'autre ... Je demande aux microbes de l'enfer.Aux piranhas qui glissent dans mes entrailles.Au martyr qui transite les eaux de mes yeux. ce moment-l , a aveugle, a tue, a absorbe, une minute avec toi avant de mourir...
Du gehst: Gedichte

Du gehst: Gedichte

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Du gehst Du gehstDu kommst au er Kontrolle, obwohl ich dich verehre.Ich wei nicht, ob Sie bemitleiden, f r mich, oder beide und frustriert in meiner Vergangenheit Federfinger. Als ich brauchte man meine kranke Seele und Sehnen meines Lebens verrottet und stirbt, du bist der Chef in meinem letzten Atemzug die makabren Geschmack meiner Stille. Ich wei nicht, wie viel Wert mein Gef hl hatte.Ich werde auch nicht wissen, ob es sich gelohnt hat, dich geliebt zu haben.Ich wei nur, dass ich die gleiche Art und Weise f hle ich dir gegeben habe, und das ist genug f r meine Schmerzen mehr verrottet. Stellen Sie Mikroben H lle, Piranhas auf mich gleiten, der M rtyrer, die die Gew sser meinen Augen Durchfuhr, diesmal blind, die t tet, die absorbiert eine Minute mit Ihnen, bevor er stirbt. Ich bin deine Liebe Deine eigene Liebe, und du erkennst es nicht.Du wei t nicht, dass du nicht ruhig leben wirst, wenn du stirbst.Pre aras Steine bei jedem Schritt Ihres Lebens wie Ihr Herz langsamen Tod formlos. Von dir, der andere Teil bin ich und du hast es nicht gesehen.Die Erg nzung, die dich zum Seufzen und Fluchen gebracht hat.Und wenn ich sterbe; ein Teil von dir wird mit mir sterben. Ich war dein Land, deine Wurzel und Saat.Der treue Rat, der Ihre H nde in den Obstgarten f hrte.Die M we, die dir die Luft gab und dich zum Fliegen brachte.Der Wurm, der dir die Stinkheit der Erde zeigte.Der Seetang, der Meeresgeheimnisse in deinen Bauch legt.Das Lied des Hahnes, der deine dunklen Tr ume weckte.Freiheit vor der Kette, die dich erstickt hat. Das Geschenk der W rme an deine K lte ... Eisschollen. Aber ich war auch den R cken Eis Schutz und Sie immer Ihre ewigen W rme loszuwerden.Heute; Ich bin auf Wiedersehen und ich habe kein anderes. Ich frage die Mikroben der H lle.Zu den Piranhas, die mir ins Innere rutschen.Zu dem M rtyrer, der das Wasser meiner Augen durchwandert.Zu diesem Moment, dass Blinds, die t tet, die absorbiert, eine Minute mit dir bevor sie sterben.*****Der Bote.Ich zog es so gut an, wie ich konnte. Perlen in deinen H nden.Aroma von Blumen in seinem Sprichwort. Gesicht eines Engels, K rper von Apollo ... St rke eines Gottes.Ich habe ihn geschickt, um alle T ren der Nachbarschaft zu rufen ...Er kehrte mit Schl gen auf sein Gesicht zur ck. Ein gebrochenes Bein und ein Paar gebrochene Rippen.Es war nicht sch n, wie meine Euphorie es gezeichnet hat.Blind in meinen Leidenschaften stellte ich es mir vor.Ich heilte die Wunden, aber es war nicht genug.Ich wechselte seine Beine, seine Arme, aber es war nicht genug.Ruhiger nderte ich seinen K rper.Sicher seiner Ausbildung und nicht falsch gewesen zu sein. Ich habe ihn geschickt, um weit entfernte T ren zu ber hren ... auf der ganzen Welt. Aber dass er es vermied, die Nachbarschaft zu passieren, die ihn so sehr verletzte.
POEMS CHOSEN. one

POEMS CHOSEN. one

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Presentation.This little book is the first in the series "Poems chosen".Later, if we are allowed, we will create the complete collection, which will remain as proof that we once exist, live, and do something on this planet.It is also worth mentioning, that we will conceive others of phrases. "Stelae." And fragments of the novels. "Esoteric pearls."The reason that leads me to this I ignore, but I hope that the intention is good for the parties involved.GOD always with us.Armando Blanco
He Child of Arco-Iris: Poems

He Child of Arco-Iris: Poems

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Something about the author.The Salvadoran singer and songwriter, Armando Blanco, will offer a bunch of themes from his repertoire, in an unprecedented event.It will be the coming December 14 and according to the aware, his select audience that wants it, will be that day to support his talent.According to what Armando Blanco himself said, he will be pleased to see his "old" friends in his great presentation, after quite some time of absence.Indeed, "the unbearable poet" Armando Blanco, for personal reasons and for desires to carry out his works, left the stage for years.It should be noted that he is a man who has managed to cultivate literary art as such and who did not hesitate for a moment to abandon singing to devote himself to writing.In White there are no false or imposted endowments, but quite the opposite, since he is a born artist, who knows what he wants and how he prefers it, by the way.Although the time has elapsed, the story was already written in the life of this interpreter of his own music and he has known how to leave his style and his voice.The outstanding thing about Armando Blanco, is that his career starts with determination and supported by a group of supporters of his songs and his lyrics.This is how some yesterdays ago, Blanco left his mark in many places in this angel city, very successful and full.His first steps were not easy, since he had to "battle" to go out avant-garde and with dignity in his commented "popular concerts."It is not for nothing, nor for "raising" anyone, since that is not our style, nor intention, but we must highlight his work and his effort to excel.Especially at that time, when the opportunities were not in every corner of the street, but had to "split the soul" to distinguish themselves from the pile.Armando Blanco knew how to do it and being in "glory", in the 80's, for the things of a "real madman", he retires without saying "water goes".Today, for this inscrutable destiny, we meet him again with more years on him and above all much more experience in what he offers as an artist.He is compliant and is faithful and honest and that is a gold sold to the highest bidder, for that reason we invite you to his "concert".Beforehand we assure you that it is a treat to listen to it and live it in its inspiration, because its songs are motivating and reflective.It is not one of the singers who are adorned with flowers, but has always retained, despite having achieved success, the simplicity that endorses the human being in all its expression.Armando Blanco is an artist, dry, with no frame other than his themes and his voice and sometimes his guitar.Come on, that success, my friend And may God continue to give you more Yahul Valuv . (International writer)By way of presentation.A few years ago the poem "The Child of the Rainbow" was born. A poem that could be considered lucky to have been mostly published by some angels magazines and newspapers.Given this, I set out to make a small book of poems.After the poem, a song was born, which bears the same name and from which, the painter Jos Valladares, made a painting based on the theme, thanks to the intervention of Dr. Lali Sorrentino, who assured that the song by the subliminal of the message should be painted, since somehow, such a message should be known to mankind. And given that "divine" grace, the song and the poem have been embodied in history by the hands of the painter Jos Valladares.With the passage of time, short stories were born that could well serve to achieve a book with the same name, if my GOD allows it. Armando Blanco.Here, even men.In this dark room where I don't distinguish my shadow and the plague of the poems grows, the door is open.Here, birth verses are made by themselves Where there are windows without curtains.Space to sit without furniture.
There: Poems

There: Poems

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Commentary.For our point of view, the Central American country, El Salvador, has squandered a great artist like Armando Blanco.Composer, writer, poet, storyteller, interpreter to the fullest extent of the word; a complete artist of which few are born on the Planet.ARMANDO BLANCO began his artistic career at the age of nine, writing poems sporadically. At sixteen he made his first song. At twenty-two he covered the land of the story and the novel.At present Armando has 12 novels. 150 stories, 5000 poems and 3000 songs. But the most curious thing is that he also sings and does not do it all wrong.In general, Armando's themes are philosophical, since he always tries to bring a message to the youth, looking for ways to give an idea of a different way of thinking.This great intellectual has a great career as a singer-author, having performed in places like El Hilton, El Buenaventura, Castonn Way, Las Vegas, and others of similar importance.Armando currently works on a novel called "The injustice of justice", based on a true story of a journalist. Jorge Labrada.
The injustice of justice

The injustice of justice

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Foreword.After thinking about it for a while, Armando Blanco decides to write the story he was once told.To protect the identity of the author of this book, Armando chooses to call her Luz Aurora and thus avoid any bad intention that could arise in the process of the same, or when the day came to make it known.In late 1999, in the month of November, Luz Aurora asked Blanco to write something she wanted people to know, because according to her, justice was not fair as it seemed, at least in her case, who in her own flesh he had lived and still; He was feeling the damage that this outrage caused him, more than anything morally and psychologically, without adding the impact and impact that this had on his two children, mostly on the female who at that time had little years of age.Armando listened to her, and promised to make the story known, so Luz Aurora in gratitude gave her the copyright.Blanco did not need that, but he accepted it to put a grain of sand on that situation, whether he wanted it or not, it had also affected him by not understanding how what we call justice would have been taught by a person as human as Luz Aurora. And if the written word could somehow help, Blanco would do it and, that better than with a material cut from the root itself where pain, anguish and impotence become the daily bread of a martyrdom, and breathe freedom, you can not by the same fear and distrust that is generated in the contour .Armando's enthusiasm at the beginning was diminishing, weakening, until he lost all his strength, for not finding logic in what Aurora told him.Blanco believed that Luz was not giving him one hundred percent reliable material, and that was why the intention of writing the book darkened to the degree of leaving it to oblivion.Further; Armando had a lot of personal material that needed his attention instead of wasting time on a story that didn't belong to him. So it was for nobility towards Luz Aurora, because the story was worth it, or to feed the morbidity of some and incidentally; make the judicial system a little aware. Or simply through it to carry a message to humanity. And if it was the latter, Blanco cared less for knowing that humanity is, and is, how it wants to be, and what it is least interested in knowing is good advice or messages. So, on that side; Luz Aurora's book was destined not to go public, unless that someone else wrote it, or it was Luz Aurora herself who decided to do it.When it is your turn, it is your turn ... In the first months of 2006 Armando ran into that material recorded with Luz Aurora's voice, and what was already dead and thrown into oblivion, seemed to gain strength, more from crying. constant that appeared in that recording, and in that crying, Blanco seemed to understand a plea that demanded that he not ignore the pain of others. Nothing was lost by writing some letters ...In 2006, in lightning, the book ends. A book of few pages by the way. And of very little validity for Armando, who is surprised when the aforementioned book by Luz Aurora begins to open the doors that could not open his own books, so he remembers what Luz Aurora Cervantes once told him: "It is my gift. You have to write it. Maybe so, one day, you will be recognized as a writer. Maybe in the matter the book is not good, or something is missing, but with it you will have the opportunity to make yourself known. And so, one day, not too far away, your own books will write history. "Injustice of justice is a softly written book, with an easy-to-digest literature for any kind of reader. What does not mean that it has deficiencies, on the contrary, is eager for emotionality, and proof is, the cry of some readers who have had the opportunity to have this material in a limited edition that was made in promotional form in December 2008 to Know with it the human feeling that would awaken this story.
The virtue.: Stories.

The virtue.: Stories.

Armando Blanco Blanco

Independently Published
2019
nidottu
Presentation.Admirable is the flow of energy, that generating force that drives Armando Blanco to keep his dream intact, and that he intends to realize. Dreams are those experiences of the spirit that invade the human being constantly, achievable only by those who work in harmony with their internal "I". Dreams are tricks of the spirit, since although it is part of us, it is also different and has its own temptations and inclinations towards the fine arts etc., it escapes to the other side of the night, as far as the crude thought never managed to perch. and brings to the flesh, to the body, to the senses, what in his eyes seems to deserve and delivers it to its owner so that at the beginning of the new day, the man struggles for his search and forgets the "sayings" and gives himself in After what for others will seem unattainable.Armando Blanco will realize his dreams, because he works in communion with the spirit and the soul.Juan Gomez and Velasco.