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SomosSemilleroLiterario CreamosJuntos. Comparto interesante material sobre una obra reconocida de F. Samantha Vargas, titular del taller nos dota de herramientas para lograr nuestra creatividad textual. En semillero literario se trabaja por med Todos escribimos y compartimos textos referentes al autor que vemos y analizamos. Semillero literario ha generado desde su apertura dos tertulias literarias y una biblioteca humana.

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SomosSemilleroLiterario CreamosJuntos. Comparto interesante material sobre una obra reconocida de F. Samantha Vargas, titular del taller nos dota de herramientas para lograr nuestra creatividad textual. En semillero literario se trabaja por med Todos escribimos y compartimos textos referentes al autor que vemos y analizamos. Semillero literario ha generado desde su apertura dos tertulias literarias y una biblioteca humana. Somos un espacio totalmente libre de violencia y en pro de la comunidad.

SemilleroLiterario ReleyendoUnAutor. El pueblo se presta para disfrutar el tiempo, para gozar la vida. Con cerros a todo tu alrededor. Siempre te voy a admirar.

Veo el azul que entra por el vitral del fondo, El azul que viene de los ventanales. En una banca de cantera rota Compran helados en la Tocumbo Siempre chicle Siempre chocolate Siempre se derriten Siempre se los termina comiendo su padre. En el ambiente se escuchan las gotas fugitivas que se filtran entre las rocas del suelo. La primera vez que fui no era para adm No dijimos nada. Jump to. Sections of this page. Accessibility Help. Email or Phone Password Forgot account?

Log In. Forgot account? Not Now. Visitor Posts. Alejandro Rangel. Information about Page Insights Data. Today is the presence, of small "fragments" that are part of the works created by wonderful writers, we hope you will be to your liking and take a leap to seek the complete work. Like the hours I was: Alone on an empty road. SomosSemilleroLiterario CreamosJuntos We know that social distancing makes us thoughtful, that's why we invite you to answer the question that the Literary Seed was asked a long time ago: What is poetry written for?

Share in the comments the first thing that came to mind, so together we can build an answer. I share interesting material about a renowned work by F. Scott Fitzgerald: The great Gatsby, author who is part of the quarterly anthology of our workshop, I hope you enjoy and share it.

Nuevo Libro de Literatura Animada. El Gran Gatsby por F. Samantha Vargas, workshop holder provides us with tools to achieve our textual creativity. In literary seed, it is worked through an anthology and training exercises, where other writers are also invited to give feedback workshops of: Narrative, tale, poetry, minifiction and even vocalization.

We all write and share texts regarding the author we see and analyze. Literary seed has generated two literary tertulias and a human library since its opening. It is a diverse and inclusive workshop as we have people from the age of 15, to professors of great career in the city. We are a space totally free of violence and for the community. I tell you mother, because my lips They don't find a name to give to you, Forgetting old grievances, piously candles for me.

I tell you mother, because that name of our lives is redemption, And because the man always wears it inside the sanctuary of the heart.

See More. Jose Ma Street. You walk a pleasant drop while watching the facades are painted in the same colors. Just walking this street inspires the beauty of warm weather and clean air. Many friends left here, some can't return and in their most precious dreams is even if it is visiting. The people lend themselves to enjoy the time, to enjoy life. You can see it from your own perspective; if it has more climbs or downs.

I'm not defending you, Tacambaro, I'm just going to tell the truth: you have a warm and wet weather where it germinates almost anything. With hills all around you.

Censorship, death and resignation are felt in the streets, but your beauty full of flowers, trees and springs is what balances our hearts. I will always admire you. From your lands I ate, here I will become breed, in your waters I bathed, I was able to play freely, ride a bike and walk you in the nights under your clear sky.

How many crying do you keep behind your wooden doors? How much pain? How much joy? When was the last time the confessional was used? What's the most shocking confession you've ever heard? How long ago did people start praying without faith? Questions come countless and my mind travels to boyfriends overflowing with love and dreams before your altar, Then I imagine the last person who smells of flowers and holy water right here was fired.

Where is God? Can you hear me? I see the blue coming through the stained glass in the background, The blue one coming from the windows. The blue of your powders that tells us the passing of the years. The blue that tells me that here is God. Here you say goodbye with tears and prayers to the dear friend, begins a life in tradition, with white dresses and swear eternal love with a kiss, mute witness the rice that falls.

What a gibberish! Contemplating you, when suddenly the bells ring and they unembeless you of your sigh so that your walk may continue, it will be another day you sit in front of Cathedral again. In the atmosphere you hear the runaway drops leaking between the rocks of the ground.

The first time I went was not to admire the beauty that paints the place, but rather, to give my first kiss. I was sitting on a bench in the square next to my steer, while we said nice words with a feeling we didn't even know. We held hands with shyness, neither of us had received a kiss, except for slight brushes that did not last more than two seconds and the idea of doing so terrified us, but inside me the curiosity moved fleeting, so no I thought about it and squeezed his lips to mine, too bad we had to repeat it more than five times, because really none knew what they were doing and feeling each other's wet mouth caused us little chills, to the point of completely separating.

We didn't say anything. We felt no joy or sadness, so after a minute of silence he decided to leave and leave everything behind. They think when you observe they feel each other suffer the insipid distance from the cold arms of a jealous balcony who threatens to prostrate upright, shocking and shocking in the midst of them in a minute to eternity.

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