Armando Blanco Blanco

No es solamente recorrer tu piel de extremo a extremo.Lo que quiero mujer, es cobijarme en tu alma.

It's not just going through your skin from end to end.What I want a woman, is to shelter in your soul.

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

Commentary.Long I wanted more.What does it cost a little to understand?Armando, you have also recreated your relationship with your muse that you created the best of the poems that could be dedicated to her, with the love of having her in you and enjoying her, with the respect with which we treat the superior, with the illusion and tenderness that He paints crazy love custard on white paper sheets. Armando, with the contained anger crashed on that canvas when the helplessness before the barbarism of the human being came to obscure your mind and scratch your heart and hate made you repudiate it when like that jealous lover you looked for it when you did not go home I came back and you found her in someone else's arms.Wonder, and you know it, you have a way of treating the verse, of chewing the words that come out of everything mediocre for its great originality and that divine ticket (because that you cannot deny it and when it ceases what is of the Cesar).Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing Polymnia with me. Thanks again, kisses ...Mar a ngeles de Acosta.Commentary.Perhaps, we do not all understand well what is the poet's muse.... the one that inspires him in the subtle, in the sublime, shy or transgressive ... present in all areas of life ... that muse is POLYNMIA... Mar a ngeles masterfully summarizes that link between the poet and his muse.... Congratulations, dear Armando Blanco... for that sensitivity for those who have accompanied you all your life and will transcend your existence.... Blessings... POLIMNIA is everywhere ... but not everyone sees it ... She chose you ... and gave herself to you ... with all the veleities and qualities of Love ... sometimes impossible, sometimes passionate, indifferent others, a vacuum jump, jealous, beautiful, stormy, infinite ... or a sigh in eternity ... ....Thanks for that poem to Polymnia .... well deserved. Maggie Duran

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I write to materialize a saying with man. Do a service to GOD. And to be at peace with my conscience... Armando Blanco.(...)Your book AMEN I loved it from the first chapter... no... Actually, it hit me hard on the ego... and at the beginning, I hated it... and I didn't want to keep reading it... But the clarity and the QUALITY of your lyrics could much more... And I congratulate myself for having read it... and having shared so many talks about it.... It helped me a lot THANK YOU FOR WRITING "AMEN"..... SIMPLY A "FORMIDABLE" BOOK..... Margarita Dur n Paredes. Proofreader

Foreword.Armando Blanco without having lived a civil war in his own flesh, in this book, in his own way he proposes them to us with a certain sarcasm, irony, satire, pain and injustice, but with a proportion of which; It could be true.Here the angels speak, the elements complain and the man acts and is, according to his comfort, both those below, those above, and those on the sides.What amazes me about this writing is the magic with which the author moves by not getting involved in the whole work and letting the same characters assemble the story. And according to the connoisseurs (namely), there is only one work before it, - I mean the name - that was written over 400 years ago. If true, Oda for man would be the second in the history of literature and what is said in it is the least of the most valuable.Ode for man is also a call of conscience and simple as its title. One more song for man... Jos Rodolfo Ram rez.I am the son of man. He gave birth to endure his calamity. And there will be no one to protect it while everything oscillates for the sake of its own mystery My name was dressed in blue and it will be so, because the cowardice of beings is more powerful than their size.They engendered me with the purpose of strengthening their weak spirits. What served for my development as their faith grew, because stuck, they wait for the miracle and me. I'm not Oda para el hombre.

Tributes to the hope that awaits a reality ... that does not come...

By way of presentation.The recent book by the author Armando Blanco, reveals the many facets where the polarities and voices that all humans can get to have could pass throughIt invites us to a transit of questions and answers wrapped between love and realities, between parliaments that make it a delight to read... with that fascinating literary touch that only a poet could give us.A perfect, plain language, full of teachings that travel in their own time. A contemporary book, with a current theme, with that fantastic touch that only the author could describe.A great work, with a strong interior content, exquisite phrases of love that will move the fiber of those who read it...Marisol Su rez Montero.Foreword.A fascinating book that makes the reader think and alerts him to not lose the sense that the author gives him when the other, or the other I-es interfere.Only a madman, a genius, or a being with abundant essence, could write a book like this.Dr. Lali Sorrentino.

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...

Big fish, yours is the sea. And not only the sea. God is also yours.Little fish, you have nothing. You are nothing from God, even if you pray. Armando Blanco.

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.

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

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.