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juliana-sussmann
Colombian Juliana nació el 25 de enero de 1985, en medio del frío de las 3 de la mañana. Desde pequeña soñaba jugar con palabras, mezclándolas hasta crear seres inimaginables. Entre sus recuerdos se encuentras papeles recortados, hojas de colores, llenas de ideas; cualquier tipo de papel funciona para crear historias. Entre la poesía, las novelas y el cuento, decidió un día dedicarse a contar de lo que sucedía a su alrededor. Y entre crónicas de imágenes contaba las estrellas y le escribía al cielo melodías. / / / She born on 25 January 1985 on 3 a.m. in the coldests weather. She always dreamed about playing with words, mixing it to create unimaginable things. Their memories are trimmed paper, colored leaves, full of ideas; any type of paper works to create stories. Between poetry, novels and short stories, she decided one day to write about her surroundings . Between images chronicles she began to count the stars and to wrote melodies.
I been drawing my fingers with a couple of colors my blue nails reflect of my mind charming flying singing with the wind night melodies changing moving leaves dancers being alone being human palpitations an a gasp feelings are forgotten into the sea beneath the sky.
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Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 4:38 AM UTC
tornado
caballeros disfrazados de dril entre sus manos esconden SUEÑOS roban lágrimas caminan dejando huellas sobre el asfalto son como copias copias de una sociedad que lo ha perdido todo.
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Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
Untitled
Tree was hollow, green house of energy, nine questions against the backdrop, solemnity or gravity put everything back, the empire of mice have been shaken in the ceremony of believes. Creation ripped spoken as a corn the power in flowing.
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Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
Humankind’s life to form
Looking trough the mirror I was reading couple of words                                                              despair                                                             tic tac time is changing we are the same the same as always walking behind the smoke trying to forget the lines on the road.
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Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 8:52 AM UTC
SOCIETY of frozen stars
Center of earth, a cloud gasp time was fainted. Pupils attracts bodies full of fear, wasp palpitates disturbing the calm shivers changes sights, legs are shaking fingers hide desires, hands draw letters in water drops like kisses stars are looking chains are growing like arms in the ground.
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 11:25 AM UTC
Nightmare serenade