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JOSE LUIS
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I want to be different,
I want to take my love ...
and say to miss you my sweet petal
There is no greater sorrow not see you ...

Forgive me for not coming back ...
before my absence would cause your death,
Wait for me ... I'll tell you ... and I miss you
with my immortality Feel you...!

How I miss you...!!

Jose Luis Carreño Troncoso / CR  15 -
I instigated the most soporific cephalic act, An Argonaut sailing within your strange eyes of others pointed retina membranes, An unsaid exodus wishes to browse your meridians sunsets tainted of that meridian, As evening falls back upon you bathed the earthly mud, Nymph Ninfuceanicus sheltering your labours of bird waste in galactic extinction and creation...

For soft aromatic worlds, you went by your house ruined Zodiac
Blurring the lost romance policy profiles, threading peat spinning the metafhysist think of his tabernacle.

The ship in question was the beautiful delicacy of numbness primary Sun, Lost Halo where one day there was countless number age, to get lost in the cold of your trellis resigned and touching your going through the watery landscape of your soul cornered iron., Spark fleeing evaporated...

How many times my Ninfoceanicus very thin you migrated with your frosty, almost scary legs traveling in a foreign-owned bird…?, Where migrating is hard to see his crosses snowy mountain plants.

What if you. Ninfoceánicas lines will plan my rickety Saturn's own trapeze degraded never stood the lofty life of the living present all this happened? Divided scratchy body plowing all unexplored fountain.


Among several of them, thousands of them managed to be among others, but one of them, violated any protocol as beautiful geese and ducks in the window of my sky, coming to ask for my company, just on the threshold of spring, next to the threshold of my window and yours…, adopted eternal brother.

She mimics the snowy Nymph the feet of all the courts of the world freely, Dancing in tight spaces where sounds beautiful my favorite track other stragglers lost images of my beautiful bird of beautiful threshold of my window as timeless dances belfry rusty sounds.
For the dark wall between your gene, which will open the whistle of your detachment, every time your commander demolition subdued light and energy to take my humble mischief…
by the way, your eyes and mine, in the vigor of sepals loved everlasting flowers insults.

Together unfairly they united as dim flowers in the air,
Divided separately exile scattered your garden,
My chronic bad inside my hundred chronically ill
I will see  Nymph hiperoceánicus, hyper rusty
By iron hanging over the mask gestures cold weather martial iron watering soil and branded satin mask stays plebeian worms my ruined face of phases of my face closet and wardrobe.


The upward castle by fierce hillsides, notify more rasterize
Your morning visit.

Among many castles many seas gang signs of femininity,
As a sliding plushy receiving a Nymph Satardia;
The first and most powerful inhabitant of the ascending Ninfuocenicus castle.

When I'm alone,
I am on the side of the broth augury sling,
Holding my application
Almost like a plumber object in the hands of a blind astronomer.

Only three steps income
Where three steps have to meet me on the runaway shadows
Of my ancestors, right neighbor pine crafty,
That hid my totemic animality...
As the blood currents green,
I lost myself…

As a front polygon,
As a front wormy adventure story demolished
In the densest darkness of your house arcane absence ashes
The cadaverous presence of the wind of my roles in pain and ossuary  of that princely that emotional solstice who anchored in your flowery landscape of love,
Spinning wheel to square steps
As contraindication to love, then need you more.


You jump on my doorstep, plain unlicensed...
So the propaedeutic of Ninfaoceánicus begins,
You write my signs and my losses as prescribed
The loneliest adage constantly fading green robes.

I often feel sad as all times outside the elapsed time,
When I feel the absence of your webbed feet oily,
Aligning by walking wearing my sun off you,
With foreign attire migrating my sunshine clothing doze...
As a gale of tulle for the South Seas who died in the wreckage of a pirate ship Pliocene…

And your sea south sorry awakening as between species
Jungle, eater vampire  as the swirl start your being lost in my
Desert be... want to be mummy augur…
Lips worst evils of unrestrained fantasy tribal worse,
They concluded entirely confined irritability.
As the bipolar lost hope,

The graft of your nomadic existence and entrepreneurial ship traveling
settled that the bipolar economy of your means of anti-life,
Closing my eyes... black aniline,
Black lost roads dancing notch watermark,
Of the hypertensive empty string, as the rope pulls and
Solves the crescent of your face depressed ocher rain.


When river, and watch your lips precursors,
I watch the surf offshore devouring my joint,
In search of  nymph Titania, your age who live with me,
My Perfect for you and my image, my imperfect picture of you and me, silky movement shores of my soul looking for you,
When I sit at the knee I bend my knee for you,
I sit on the bank remains with you.
My codex collected from you, only you...

When the cave steppe fear rages,
Tongues of fire gigantic move me by your rivers adventure
I park in your loud voice drawled from the acute bonfire
In the wooded rested than ever, it grew on your side close.

Your life was almost a straight bipolar errors,
I am now businessman making your life nearby,
Hit blowing winds greater...
And at your life in my financial life,
If you think with your hands clasped over your face
know that almost live together with you,
unbecoming my libertarian release of master your flight
hell, beastly dessert.

Most hellish ******* lastly zain,
Of the greatest forces of your body eater the myth king, fabulous race The disabled senior verse confined treaty,
Confined you that is farthest from you **** nymph Ninfuoceánica,
requalification boiling in behaviors you to exist in the relief of your abysmal way but your gooey body resting on you..., rests meditating  Do not get tired, you do not pretend to be the ruin of your prey voice sound muffled, only animals that disturb you bring your pursue days true…

Your lovers sulfur knew your colors and smells of the most pestilential entity, that overshoot and tone your threefold, as a roar of the soul that comes from your soul, do not let mental baseness mimics with anemic,
lower hostile masts your anti angels have to ride on gold gatekeepers... For the spot, if mythomania and your alcoholic schizophrenia infinity, ...

hulks  of alcohol vapors in the pulmonary vessels by butterfly flocks,
They roam the reins of collecting and rasterized your weakness sudden death, As well as the sudden resurrection of my body.
And rebukes the storm, rebuke thy right entity endowed *****'s nerve
That's where I have to pursue your side embraces more hug me,
More than your own warmth, rather than your own bravery, unbridled carriage.


I often repeat a million times,
The times I did not hear your perpendicular attentive pauses, stutters hurry ****** your frequent alcoholism, not to distinguish only slicing nonsensical attitudes sometimes slow thinking agility of a lover, Thinking that ****** and reduces that sinister and discouraging, that scrape thin that limits who want to be and not dominate.


Mapping by hiding places unusual materials,
Brochures polished of the scruffy codex and guide you an  unguided
By the groves close views as telescopic sights that are lost.


I know, my biggest Ninfuoceánica death may not be reborn on the third day…!!, But if it is not to lose lost when the day ends.
Wise ancestry and slavery will govern the pale fronts
Your hidden and mobile lives on an olive orchard,
Hiper meditate funny without feeling any known gene passed ******, nor read past experience in your prodigious map of oblivion.

Satardia; He lit a match just as night fell,
Sea and sky colours compressing regrets that burned their matches

It burned his blessed same figure as the little pair of gifts
That remained on hold as senior Ninfuoceanica,
Only his dark side Petric windmill stone...


Someday reborn to confuse his disciples confused gentlemen,
And their abandoned phrases that he dominates.

Feverish ardor,
Feverish torpor
Every living illusion is extinguished...
Go to your coward stampede
Of gatekeepers on buffalo between bloodthirsty goats...


Jose Luis Carreño Troncoso Copyright 2015
Related  August 2006
NeuroBio Poetry Essay -  analysing human behavioural depressed,  at the same time fantastic forest voyage  into the Nymph's World
I love the simple fact of thinking,
you that I love you not for your blood ...
but because you are a flower
that rests his head on my universe.


My hands smell your sweet hair,
scattered will feel blessed
I sing well without despair
whose golden peace in your image becomes clear ...


With my kisses transfer my manners used
see you in sunny days,
so the sun shines digging my dreams of being your shadow ...

My heart washes a crack,
it your eyes are weary
who they yearn for her beloved membrane iris
filling the rivers of my opponent's leisure,
looking pronounce your voice ..
and the breakdown of his departure ...


My wealth  sleep in your eyes,
and between evils is not expected mourn my heart
to see if they share your favour,
believing drop the living part in your hands ...


But I'll risk on your behalf,
and living piece belong to the bare life of summer;
presence of my live and see you reap the fruits of my love
idle the heart of summer brought me in your dreams ...


Come close my eyelids,
sleep open my chest ...
deepening the tenderness of your face ...
If one day I was sad,
it was for the vast fortuneless not know your face;
emerging as the delicate flower in spring ...


If it is denied me your face ...
singing laugh by rain,
and the more rain,
I love you more ...


Why sing your beautiful smile today ...?
God will be philosophy ...
or those made melodies of my conscience,
I feel regretful that shrink ...


Maybe it's the air you breathe beautiful inside me
knotting the tulip flowers on the field dreamed ...
or capricious knots of my soul,
young death squeezing in the corner ...


When you turn this beautiful candle;
you see beautiful smile flying beyond despair ...
watching your walk near my poems ...


My madness brief for you,
It's like winning your sky ...
He laughs too proud to learn that a secret,
runs through the fields to kiss your hands ...


Now I'm afraid to run away and be my destroyer ...
I just want the flame of your life
jump to the roof of my heart
and say with gentle gestures of your face,
Here I come to do your grief like mine,
see where your laughter despite my blindness
hitting my eyes adoring you ...!


Do not talk with deadly words
talk to dreams that are passions of hell feel ...
and so gentle message of your love,
I have to entrust your peace and service ...
raising hopes for new ...

I ask the confidence of call,
with all the names that talk about you ...!


José Luis Carreño Troncoso /  copyright 15
Sometimes afars from my Life, every time it's closing to the Life Dead.
NIGHT ON THE ROOF WALKED THE DARK LIGHTS AND I REMAINED ALONE WITH MY FAITHFUL SHADOWS PUSHING ON IT WAS AND WAS NOT ME MYSELF TRYING DISCOVER ME DOUBT, BUT DOUBT BARKED AND PIERCED LIKE A MASTIFF DRILLING MINE DREAMS PAINLESS ANESTHETIZED BY MY FEELINGS SUPRA-DESIRE THIS…, YOU TURN YOUR FACE TO ME TO REFLECT SOUND ROOF FALL BY MAKING THEIR CHANNELS DILUTED STARS AND SILVER SEMI DILIUTED, FALLING OVER YOUR BODY AND MINE.


I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAWN FOR ALL WHEN DO THE SAME, TO SPITE FACE TO IT IS CLOSE TO WASHING, TO MAKE THINGS MADE IT  BY CUSTOM OF DAILY LIVING.
BUT PROGRESS MINUTES NIGHT BY A RIVER THAT SEEKS TO ALTER MY CURE OF INSANITY WISHING INTO THE SEA LIKE A RIVER INSANE.


BUT STILL YOU AND I MUST SAY THAT I CRIED ALOUD DOUBLE WITHOUT MY VOICE TO SAY THAT LOVE AND YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT LOVE IS YET TO DIE IF I WANT TO RENEW TAKEN FROM YOUR HAND DOING DOUBLE FULFILLED THE DESIRE TO RENEWED I'M DEAD TO REVIVE AND REBIRTH IN YOUR ARMS MUSCLE SKIN MAKE UP AIR DOUBLE WRAPPED FOR ME FOR YOU.


THE STARS FELL ON ME,
THEY FELL ON THE ROOFS AS WATER STARS DANCE METAPHYSICIANS WHO WANTED BY THAT ROOFS STUTTERED AT SUNSET AND RECEIVING SILENCED SELFISHLY I COULD TALK TO THEM AND MUTE THEM OF BEING HOUSE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS WITH THEM ,
HUGE SORROW THAN JUST AS I SEE STARS DANCING ON THE CEILING AS CHILDREN OF A THOUGHT YOU WANT TO TOUCH MY OTHER THINKING BEYOND YOUR HOUSE AND YOUR DISTRICT OF BIG PETAL!

WORD OF LOVE THAT DOES NOT DESERVE MORE LOVE,
ADDED TO LOVE MY LOVE IN NUMBERS FRACTIONATED
MEDIATE FOR THE CONTENTS INTERVALS IT ...
CLOSE SOME LOVE MY WORD THAT SOUNDS SILENT
IN THE PERIPHERY OF SEPARATING SO LOVE LOVE IT
DRESS FOR WHO LOVES IT BY THE STARS.

I'M A MILLION YEARS LIGHT IT
BUT THE MASS OF LIGHT FALLING MAKES ROLL ME TO MEASURE THE FEW METERS TO ME YOU SEPARATE, MEASURING A FEW METERS THAT I ACTUALLY DO TO ATTRACT YOUR MY STRENGTH AND MY STRENGTH, BUT PEOPLE SLEEPING IN HOUSES UNAWARE YOU AND I ARE BEING BURIED BY THE BEAUTIFUL ASTROS TONS OF LIGHT ON OUR BODIES ARE NOT OUR BODIES…

APPEALING  THAT THERE IS COMING FRIENDLY LIGHT
WITH OPEN ARMS CUT AND THEIR COMPOUNDS
COMPOUNDS AND CUT ...
THERE COMES LOVE MY MIND AND COMPOUND CUT
COMPOUND AND CUT ...
THERE GOES MY HEART CUTTING AND COMPOSING,
FOR SMOOTHER MY POWER TO LOVE YOU MORE
TO ZOOM NOT BECOME MORE AND TRAVELING LIGHT MY IMMORTAL DEPENDENT ON MY LOVE IS NO MORE THAN YOUR LOVE STAYING AS AN ATHEIST LISTED SERAFIN  EXILED,  SOFT FLOORS TAKE IN  YOUR BED THAT IS YOUR BED IS BONFIRE OF YOUR MEMORIES LOVELY INSPIRATION.

REMEMBER BEAUTIFUL LIGHT OF HEAVEN
CLOSE  YOUR EYELIDS EVERY NIGHT
BECAUSE MY HANDS ARE HEAVEN TOOTHLESS
A DAY THAT COULD NIBBLE  MY LOVE FOR YOU.

BEAUTIFUL LIGHT OF MY LIFE,
THE LUMINARY FALLS ON ME AND NO ONE NOTICES,
STAMPS OUT WITHOUT ME TELL YOU COME TO ME
COME AND  GET UP AT NIGHT AND NOT ON THE DAY,
BECAUSE NOBODY REALIZES JUST ME,
AND IF I'M AWAY FROM YOU CLOSER I GET TO YOU.

WAY EVERY NIGHT FOR YOU,
NO WAY DECAY AND NONSENSE GRUDGES NOT ALL ME
LOOKING YOU AND GET TO IT.

THE STARS TAKE ME SOUL STRETCHED LEAVING A CARPET,
FRAGMENTS TO BE REMOVED FOR YOUR OWN SOUL WALKING FOR MY NEXT TO MY CARPET IS BEAUTIFUL SKIN OF MY SOUL.

NIGHTS IN THE WAY FOR ROOFS
I BELIEVE TO BE STARS,
BELIEVE BECOME THE FALLING ON US,
MAKING ME  FEEL LIKE I'M REALLY DEAD,
I'M REALLY IN THE LIGHT TETRA PETALS
GOING FOR MY DEATH TO YOU FOR RAISING OUR SOULS
ON A CARPET THAT SEEMS TO BE FAR FROM MY SOUL.


Jose Luis Carreño Troncoso copyright 15
My concept of the issue concerning Cemeteries has been maintained for many years under a remarkable process falls recoup credibility. Unknown worlds to which we do not know what to believe, are usually put into question.

Constantly let the silent fields were to lie the dead, but it is not, rather than me think so. Surely Quantum Theory indicates a basic unit of the whole universe, showing that it is possible to decompose the world into independently existing smallest units. This theory shows that the dynamic is in the matter in such a way that solid objects are constantly moving rasterizing relationships between different parts of a unified whole.
As we believe that matter is inherently sterile, we think the Cemetery is in the same condition, and therefore inert bodies are also just turned into a pile of bones scattered.
My conception of the world of subterranean acting aims to support the theory of Quantum, and at first glance, it seems that under these masses of cement no putrefaction and eternal solitude. Well, I do not think so, I think there is a tremendous activity, above all tends to seek fulfillment in a world of her competence, and also has the infinite grace of thanks from all lurking diseases that shake us. That is, each inhabitant of the subterranean acting receives as a Franciscan noblest worship existence, and not falter from the destructive effects of all known diseases.
Near the garden of heroes, they are the remains of those who died in this output. It was a legendary struggle for the libertarian revolution of 1821 in Greece, Messolonghi exact-mind. Markos Botsaris tomb and the statue of Lord Byron great Hellenophile found in this garden.


Once, I was looking for a book, and this trend was unavoidable East. I used to remind my teacher, the monk talking Virajánanda Given the processes of time, yesterday, today, and tomorrow; all at once was a pure unity. That physical death had to be spiritual satisfaction so that the spirit can not disconnect your disposable body. As a child, I saw my family go to leave my garden flowers home to their loved ones. But noticing that my grandparents were still alive, and then would leave, looking for ways to inhale the smell of the earth to prepare for the farewell, that someday would come from the dark beyond. It never was painful to see them go because I've always been with them. Besides always our body, which would be living in a merger with spirits vague, vague minds to not blame his interest in spirituality as a way of life, often making us climb through dark passages of ignorance.


Etréstles, the protagonist; It is staged one lineage that marks limits warriors of ancient Greece, since fighting with neighboring nations. Thus, generation after generation, he meddles in successive reincarnations that are to be transported in time to different spaces.  Its Vitabión and Regma Mother, father, and as Staktos and Esaedt, both from different eras. His company monogamous sentimental is linked by the presence of Drestnia; the woman he had to get out of her womb, better said from his rib, emulating the biblical account.

While it is noteworthy that the secondary characters are related to Greek mythology such as Eurydice, and real characters as Botsaris Markos, who was a great hero who drove the Turks. The famous Florentine sculptor and architect Lorenzo Ghiberti, is present in the action so that its image is immortalized in the eternal cemetery. Equally noteworthy is Ashurbanipal, king of Assyria (667-626 BC), the Auriga; Coachman, and the truck driver where he had his blacksmiths over time to release the Greek descent.


Other memorable as Aristotle and Hesiod Praxitle, which are knowledge to every reader of Greek literature. The judge presiding over the classroom in session from time to time, trying to relive the rituals and reject severe efforts of Lucifer, trying to have a place on earth, then God expelled him from heaven.

In the chapter of the onslaught of Lucifer, is he accompanied by his minions and Phosphoros Heosphoros; they are the ones who brought Lucifer from heaven to Messolonghi. Also appear hostile Mesopotamian demons of the world, were the Annunaki who were the guards of the dead in hell. The Etimmu were the ghosts of all those who had died unhappy. The Utukku lived in desolate places or cemeteries; they are all part of the presence in the malignancy as oppressive manner and form of presence to the exuberance of good all-encompassing.

Kanti Botsaris steed is not above his super consciousness, which leads as a link between different dimensions physical and dreamlike. It notes that Kanti is a Cretan horse and belongs to the fallen in battle, as Botsaris.

Eulalia and Zultina, both courtesans who spent their lives with Ghiberti and Botsaris.
And it could not ignore the Menopause, puerperal, and Inamorada, since they and female members alone your friend beyond earthly life that had consequences that affect the desolate silence of death camps.
And to top it, the arrival in Valplacci was with a world and an unusual man, a dimension Etréstles unknown. Then arriving at Patmos, where St. John the Theologian, to regain some of its lost soul by the intrusion of Lucifer. This achieves discover is not necessary to combat warriors who always speak of physical war, because many of them tend to succumb to the same battlefield. Discovering, so the mentoring Mind is the best ally to overcome any difficulty, wherever it is that the human race you are, or infrahuman.


Finally, Etréstles is discovered in a way that would inaugurate a new paragraph cycle to initiate a new era and a new physical space where the projection of Messolonghi would stand; nothing less than Nineveh, Ashurbanipal land where the winds blow, as a priest in his insufflation do to remove the demons that inhabit the world.
The "Zero" is the initiator of a new era, the basis of the only means available to the new life that awaits ruinous residents Messolonghi, after the invasion of Lucifer appears.

My concept of Cemeteries, they are seeking long an answer that I think I can approximate now that huge efforts are made to understand fully. The cemetery remains for me a scenario of hideousness and terror, seen from the observation point we all have of it, however, I think that in a strange world where you're not supposed to govern ethics, aesthetics, law, and the professional economic and social status; It is where more wealth is the multi stimulant vitality, "I think in any place inhabited earthly souls, will be able to find more life here in the cemetery of Messolonghi".


José Luis Carreño Troncoso.
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