How Fast Can A 1700cc Engine Go In A Sand Rail

Nicolas Guglielmetti

The UNCLE SAM

Old Eno broody breeds the
Because we still do not understand
The machine efficiency
That incubated chicks
For him, the origin of all
is on the ground
and not capital
of the lies
That inevitably
Hide something we
will lead to eternal debt
of sleep standing
With eyes
Without seeing the stars

imposed on us by entering a typewriter
soon will pop
The tribe pampa.


Nicholas Guglielmetti (1981). Poet born in Bahia Blanca, Buenos Aires. residence. He studied Literature at the Universidad Nacional del Sur. Was part of the Route 33 Vox for young writers. He is editor of the supplement cultural "Nexus" newspaper bahiense " Attic." His poetry appears in the anthologies " The faces of a poem," contemporary poets and storytellers, "" Stock southern territory "and" New Literature Argentina. " His poetry, short verse, accurate and powerful, is shown stripped of all ornament. Has not yet published poems.

I Am Pregnant And My Poop Is Black

Maria Teresa Andruetto

UKRAINE GIRL

How are things in your land, I ask.
always worse, I respond, it's all a mafia.
My cousin beyond raise your hand down. The girl called
Alexandra and will work to Gerona.
Has your father and mother cleaning Valencia
a hostel in Milan.
His brother,
compliant fourteen, has been in Ukraine
keeping house. I speak three languages, he says,
Ukrainian, Moldovan and Romanian, but that does not work
in Spain. The bus will Gypsies, Latvian and Hungarian
and this girl who has her mother in Milan.
is also a woman who has no Trujillo
papers, told me buying passage. There
a better place and far away.

(In the afternoon I called my daughters. They were not)

I wanted to stay
keeping house, tells me the girl from Ukraine, but
it is best to be my brother. Talking
, I forget I'm still
in Torino, the bus did not start,
my cousin down there up
hand.


Maria Teresa Andruetto (1954). Poet and writer born in Arroyo Cabral, Cordoba, lives in the hills of Cordoba. He studied at the National University letters of his native province. He teaches and coordinates writing workshops. He received several awards as a writer: Luis de Tejeda Municipal Prize, a novel, Fiction Award from the National Endowment for the Arts and International Short Story Award for unknown lands, among others. It is also important and creative work in the field of children's literature. Susana Romano Sued said about the poetry book "Kodak" : " ... is offered as a search of time lost and regained making event in the emergence of instant snapshot; some objects rescued from the trunk of his own life, the lyrical is preparing to put in the poem. "Other books of poetry: " Pavese and Other Poems "," Beatriz "," Words to the embers. "

Can You Get Drunk If You Drink Scope Mouthwash

Eduardo Roman Perrig

SEVACABAR

I

All the news is wrong.
Well ... will be a matter of leaning
the countryside where she was always teasing;
ask the willow to the solitary wasp passenger.
No one has seen lately softened his footsteps
in the mud, pieces of its shadow
float off into the sunset, frayed.
you knew it was his identity through his fingers stirred
emptied his wallet on the grass. Forgot
personal gestures
his scar came from a difficult birth?
Can not remember their cries of innocence
the voice that was slowly making crack
and lined the back wall by his hands? Perhaps it is better
not remember anything, you
service was limited to following orders. Play
just with their children and tell the story of the ill
who wanted to deface the order
with pencil crayons violent strangers.
Tell Dad gave they deserve
electrical bursts, chipped knives, airless dungeons
a large jug of shit. Dad is good Argentine
and good soldier. Thanks to him grow
democratic free
endless chewing gum and chewing Americans.
will grow on land planted in a garden
bodies shielded underground
where lies a flower that sprang from his last eye,
those who pursue him at night, without rest.



II have come in defense of private property. Destroy

kicked the door glass and windows broken
violate all locks drawers cupboards pierce
stabbed the bed walls.
One saves a ashtray another
gently slide a wristwatch in your pocket looking for more hurried
the silver. Someone points out a crucifix

frightened witnessing the scene, it weighed him down
discuss the case of pure bronze
has
over a gold-plated "how is quoted today in place?
have come in defense but attack points
Struck by many shelves
the encrypted message on a white sheet that drawing
child in the fogged glass
them four inches stick out your tongue. These men work destroying

are uniformed
demolition crew instead of talking putean
smiling grunt sniff corners and wet.
have come in defense of peace with clubs
grenade machine guns
trephine
mortar machines dig a tank on every corner.
have come but no one
and have to steal just to steal,
again left for the feast of blood.

III

When he heard the first siren went away a little
sill and closed the blinds.
was a shame to give up that soft and mellifluous
moon naively pale
but clouded
toxic gases such sweetness and apparently burning and
night on all four sides. For the first shots

stepped back and closed the door-almost-
freshly painted inside your room.
In the darkness we could hear the crackle
naked lust for violence unleashed. Now forced an entry
hoarse whistles

obscenities erupted surreptitious orders from who knows where for many.
Pushed by muffled sobs
first got into the bathroom, threw the double key,
a corner curled up in arms over the head
eyes inward.
After a brief pause he believed "the main thing is
faith, God smiles you have felt isolated liquid

dripping thick just above just above
'm just not in a whisper he said, almost stammering.
Then the light came on strong light from the cruelty and soft
paragraph
the good guy to ever get into those things
mother's son to follow and always welcomed
disappeared so brutally.


Eduardo Romano (1938). Poet, writer and journalist born in Avellaneda, Buenos Aires province, lies in the Federal Capital. He holds a Bachelor of Arts and Philosophy, UBA, was professor at the Seminar on Popular Culture and Mass at the Faculty of Social Sciences at the university. As a journalist, collaborated in "La Opinión", "Argentine Time", "Page 12" and magazine Crisis ", among other print media. "In his work live the revaluation of everyday experience, sometimes modeled formal schemes of tango, a theme centered on love, the streets of the city, the characters and myths of Buenos Aires", has scored a literary critic of his poetry But we have this blog who believe that his poetry goes beyond these concepts. Poetry books: "18 Poems", "No entry", "Some lives, some love", "mishiadura", "bending the knee."

Running When Will My Body Change

EVER SINCE


Back from a girl singing in the orange
from hunger holds heavy
Americas Boat
from a cross carved with brown skin from beauty incorruptible


iceberg and marble from the pyramid
empire
tombstone from the prophet
census in the desert sand

howling back in the branches of trees
or paradise lost in a gluttony of apples

back from a night and a dawn scaffold

from cradle feet and fugitives

waiting hands to lift me back
in the middle of the street and scream

that some other


war defame us some other


fools we moisten the lips with words
parimos children
calenders landscapes and pray in the light of broom

some other silly

many prefer


love to slaughter
famines kill us shame.

Alicia Perrig. Poet, writer and storyteller born in the province of Cordoba, where he lives. Professor of English Language and Literature. published in "The Mediterranean corridor, cultural supplement of the daily " Depth " de Villa María (Córdoba), and received major awards: Second International Award Editorial Poetry Contest Zone XII, (2005) and First Prize for Literature Gender National Poetry Theaux Vazquez Rosa Tejeda "in commemoration of International Women's Day (2007), among others. Coordinates Workshop storytellers UNVM older adult (Radio National University of Villa María) and gives workshops to students of primary level teachers and Initial. His poetry, full of humanity, dwells on the everyday life and communion with his people. Poetry books: "Original Sin" and "ex."