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Le Grey has spoken! RIP

hi all: I'm Antoine Gerris only witness to the transmutation of Leo Le Gris he asked me to communicate to them, for now his last words, so here goes:

"... friends, readers, fans, visitors, occasional trainees, do not be scared, no sorrow, as well as former transmigrate to evolve, so have I done for the work of whiskey and other herbs and potions cooked in the kitchen of hell that was ...

sumiéndome I will not only absent from me Queronte the hand of a season, to walk like Blake or Dante for those inhospitable and unexplored places, and like them, learn the wisdom of proverbs or rescue a beloved souls who are imprisoned there.

I embarked on a search of my own essence and as the Christ came down to these latitudes to ascend to the third day, so will I, just will take longer, because the learning is slow and is mutual, Antoine born for this world and must grow as well as I did in these three long years, these 764 posts, in different versions of the unhinged, which have reached 47 000 views, 44 followers, and reached version 3.2.

so should I take in at this journey to the grave, leaving the burden, to release the burden of addiction, to build the wings that allow me to return (such time) charged, full of new knowledge and many topics to write, with many poems that draw, with many more elucubrar disquisitions.

and as that happens, my dear Antoine touches to his own, growing up in the blogosphere, be loved as I did (and not me, the proof is their comments and good claims in the e-mail account and FB), to develop their own style, find your own voice, develop their personality and conquer his own followers.

Death should not be seen as a loss, but as a necessary change, as an evolution, a step that allows us to take the plunge, remember when John buried together Soft and how it will provide a quote from the great Frederick, "Learning to fly must stand up and walk"

and although I know that Antoine will be a worthy successor, your blog is your blog , space is your space, your words are his, he is the Watcher mad, he can come and tell you how my journey into the underworld, because it has direct connection with me, because he is my alter-ego, my representative in this world unlucky.

I will not willingly, but because what I do, and you know, or intuit, I'm not only I miss is the repeat and do not see very far the day that Le Gray and Gerris as a teacher and disciple as father and son, and brothers who are beautiful treatises written for four hands and perhaps Nico, with Jewels, with Bateman, Niñaraña, Mizar and the others post to magnanimous gesture a lot of hands to be the back, my back.

know that tone has begun to pagan ritual voodoo and that will be reborn from the ashes, so until next time.

not say goodbye, but until then ... "

Leo Le Gris

text sent from the domain of Queronte, a self-hypnosis trance led after the first tattoo of Gerris in Bacatá

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arrived here this does not go

Leo

rest in peace now part of the alter ego for eternity

and the man behind pedestrian

undo their moorings are free of all ballast and say au revoir

wishing you a happy and fulfilling life

up forever!

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little poem to be read to a woman happy hoffmann

hello again!

Rescuing forgotten verses, five years ago Nico and I made this literary experiment in three days partying, wine, late night and splattered automatic writing
music heard in dilapidated speakers walkmans and radiating its sound waves under the ever Yarumos Manizales, Rex Ex Manifesto, an untitled poem but could entitle brackets as my friend likes:

poem

(to be read to a woman)

're full of

kisses caress Sweet cheeks

not burn you but you turn

Do not stop to look

that cause love

Rest your favor

Each time you breathe in your chest

The voice that is flower frenzy

The time you leave the herd

and abdicates the pre-trial

How amazing!

dazzle Similarly

wound with absences

with dryness and forgetfulness

(You're full of kisses ...)

remains on the table

As sweetness of turkey and weeks

Turkey your knees

week of your honey

From your rodeos

For all

For many

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day Sunday Mr.
eleven o'clock on radio



bell rings
I welcome you and your smile shines like the sun
noon

alchemical ritual preparations for the decisions

shared and discussed with the first cigarette of the afternoon
from the outside world

mental construction extrasensory cocoon



agent swallowing material processing
fusion energy flowing veins
and walk the turns


palpitations and anxiety feeling of emptiness with joy unspeakable

of uncontrollable laughter of nostalgia inseparable


Monk
with Miles and Coltrane So What
humming
reveling Cannonball
and Ella and Louis

eventually diluted

the conversation flowing and with each flash of truth shone

and could not be anything but laugh


the world crumbled around the

dilapidated apartment blocks are melted in a fluid purple outer cardboard
the
paraded like a silent movie
the soundtrack the
us and we would not leave us until sunset

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hola!

wonder working up on Monday ahead of national holiday
(did two hundred years are what, "independence, dependence, failure?)
and feel that heaviness dominguera party product that lasted nearly 13 hours.

yes, I too am surprised there's been so long.
mainly because I lost track of it after noon and I am only interested
reset the time when the sun was leaving behind the ancient buildings
front.

Saturday to remember the nine o'clock, almost at the same time came
F. accompanied by J. and A. those who went to collect the terminal
and my dealer (a blonde hippie lush and maintaining custody of her boyfriend)
gave me at the door of my house,
a small plastic bag with a pair of colored paper in interior.

admit that I had to hold my primary drive to open the packet and swallow one of those slips
which give happiness (or substitute very close to it), but I knew beforehand that there was insufficient time to enjoy that night
full of all those feelings. was approaching midnight on Saturday and what were the wines we were happy, good music and conversation flowing smoothly and peacefully.

woke the next morning without a hangover (amazingly) and the mood really well prepared for what was coming. I was worried something
intensity and duration, I thought I would feel stifled within the walls of my room and thought take my friends to a nearby park to enjoy our craving for the green open spaces of the savannah cundiboyecense surviving despite the inexorable advance concrete. But none of this would happen - and what better way was not the case, as the mood became relaxing in the apartment with wine, peanuts, raisins, citrus fruits and much, much jazz.

I knew the good musical tastes F. and even more so when it came renewed Manizales Jazz Camp which acted as translator for the guest musicians and learned a lot. A. was like our guardian angel, because once the ritual cutting, eating and waiting for you in the middle of the piece of paper impregnated wet mouth to get rid, and the first signs of the beginning of the flight, it was decided unanimously not to go to outside world (the way it was used and expanded, and your awareness of being, as your ability to remember, to understand, to feel what I want to express the other, so the incessant roar Bacatá overwhelmed too). Jazz was enveloping us and cigarettes happened because there is nothing better than a cigarette to calm the anxiety pre trip, and because the flight is the best way you have to keep your hands busy.

who have experimented with LSD and the Xiloxibes know that this is similar but not identical experiences, fungi can be much more intense and the journey for some may become unbearable if you are not good about yourself, your psyche or if you "lines" with something, or if the visions are not what you expected them to be. The thing with LSD is softer, more livable, more relaxed, happier (not to say that mushrooms are not for me, are even more mystical, there is a connection with Mother Earth that is experienced in every pore, every corner of your body, every bone, nails, hair, senses and that is a thousand times better to eat them or take them into the countryside, in the "mountain", surrounded by friends who love you and care for you and vice versa) are more for a dance or a music session, as Moby's touch or Stereo Total, in which the dose was accurate and the most opportune time and then all was happiness for some time.

From all that we talk and laugh all we certainly will discuss in another post, perhaps several, and I hope be written as free time permits me as well as awaken memories of the sweet sleep of the surf, and of course also because I hope to read soon post F. in his blog. to make a kind of "give and take" which achieved fleeting moments of rescuing the spiritual and mental clarity in which we discovered how close we all were and how attuned we kept the bond of our friendship.

The night took Bacatá Sunday parade characters are happening out the window like a boring documentary of a university sociology equis. cold and hungry we took to the streets again, longed for a park, but we had coffee gans and chicken broth. Once satisfied, we returned to finish what was left of energy, escansiamos more wine and finally we engage in our sweet dreams of acid jazz.

Rolandia Bacatá written on the 19th day of the month July 2010 the era of Lord
ie 2 days of Stateless months of the year was zero leogressiana.

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the custody
quiet strength that generates life and entertains in

our present thoughts
your action in our hearts we sense your love in our hands
do in your mystery

discover your love all over our planet
that serves as their climates and landscapes, living kingdoms:
everything in our service, a symphony of beauty

in the incomprehensible moment of love we feel your presence
because we know what we love

in the eagerness of every day, we feel our pilgrimage of purification
know the suffering and accept their presence
to understand

make sense of our lives a healing room and our blunders
a wake up call

our verb you put the sincerity of our hearts
in our thoughts, the pursuit of beauty
and in our actions, the redemption of our way

feel the need to communicate with your essence
and therefore, we exclaim that
prayer
feel your presence in our image,
is to collect the force of your kindness,
feel the harmony of your strength, is to induce
your providence

know your listening silently
and present your voices in our minds crave
in our way, be the image of your likeness
and pick us up in the ways of thy paths
want to be your strength and not our power
long for your return, as we prepare our own

and conclude our word, with the aim of our bodies
to be worthy of your mercy hear. Spring 1994

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Second post from my email

apparently this thing works like a charm!

so I'll take that now I can post from work again,

hahahaha!

and this will be a relief post
why?
because that is what I want and YaST. (...)




live in the moment it seems as easy
"never plan anything because life gives you surprises
and you can not put a face hard when things do not go like you want

life plays with us "

less
words words that was the message from a friend
when more than a week ago
plans for the weekend fall apart and causes
beyond our control


impulsive I am something that I confess
and my reaction to this situation
was anger and frustration at the beginning
after

because I wanted to spend some time with her

says, "we have all life ahead "
" do not understand why you get like "
" I find it difficult to understand this attitude of yours "
" are furious "(note the absence of question mark)

and I say: "OK, nobody is asking you to understand me or get me"
"is just that I can not remain impassive as you"
as she was as calm as a rock
added: "I'm not angry how do you know?
and tells me I do not know, I ask you, look broken (¡¿¿??!)

I only managed to say:
" and if you're right, there is a whole life ahead "
" I do not mind not seeing this weekend, "I say at best
tones-if they can" read "the tone for the msn-

then I replied:
" and you got rude "
" best talk another day "and neither
farewell and goes

as I can not write is that I do not see it
amount and" what are you going to do "to continue with their plans and
life and I'll see you some other time
which is a small disappointment that I endured
and other worse before so quiet


but only find silence

and really do not know what to think I have a mass

mixed feelings if you do not like to plan things
why I said that is open Monday
and does not leave time and who wants rid of all the stress
labor this weekend
and who wants to see me as well and have good old times
if though I can not know in advance all the circumstances of
game you always know the dates of birthdays or if the boss will say no and no
human COULD convince him otherwise because he is the head groom
or dislike these plans with friends for some reason it was so simple


of course I know there are things
that are not under our control
and no friend will be over a father or a mother or a boyfriend
eg

but
zero and go two and it is only statistical issues


what as likely would be the third was the charm?
what the universe conspires to order "for us"
and female heads and grooms choose to give free via
for a couple of friends can be?

statistically the answer is 1 / 3, 0.3333 ...

though life is not governed by statistics, that is also known
and finally I said, just before close on msn
(when I thought I was writing and foolishly
a blank screen)

"all will be different when you're on vacation "
to not respond but smiled most graciously answering

possible (because the conversation had become very tense already)
"I wish, but remember that I have no holidays"

so lets say it puts the question in 1 / 5 chance of success
to say something in order


a van by other

he was about to close the convicted
msn adds: "That whatever I do the good go this weekend"
and I say: "Obviously, this is it always"

and in half an hour at most I

a few phone calls and suddenly something pops
coffee and jazz and ride on Sunday

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on Tuesday if everything conspires
also meets a girl with a sweet and sexy voice that phone
has helped me a lot
with web platforms that are a can

so as you can see a van

other and of course I also say
"goes well you too ...
soon"

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