Hola mundo, Voy a todo correr para enseñaros mi tarjeta la cual quiero presentar en el nuevo proyecto de Elena Morgun. Es para mí un verdadero placer poder participar en su blog, aunque confieso que lo de las tarjetas no se me da muy bien. Por eso también quiero hacerlo, para poder aprender...y que mejor maestra que ella!!. :))) Os la enseño ya y ojalá que os guste. He usado muchas texturas como siempre, y los productos de Prima. Elena Morgun                                    JV "Esperando

"Olores, palabras, rincones es un libro escrito en diferentes lugares (Buenos Aires, Tucumán, París, Rotterdam, Köln, Orense) en 1999 y el autor cuenta con ello. Como en cualquier viaje que se extiende estas poesías remiten a un cuerpo que, como en el tango, “siempre se está yendo”. El jugo de palabras, la broma léxica y los textos por detrás de los textos encuentran en esta aventura un prado donde retozar hasta que la tormenta escampe". (Frank Aübern, texto de contraportada).

Lucas 12, 13-21 Uno de la multitud dijo al Señor: «Maestro, dile a mi hermano que comparta conmigo la herencia». Jesús le respondió: «Amigo, ¿quién me ha constituido juez o árbitro entre ustedes? » Después les dijo: «Cuídense de toda avaricia, porque aun en medio de la abundancia, la vida de un hombre no está […]

Pitching with grenade: Makes baseball interesting. Note: This short piece was written for Six Word Saturday. Click the image below to visit their blog: For more information about pitching hand grenades, click here. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights Reserved. All works, writing, images, [...]

Image courtesy of Elly Huizinga from ellyhuizinga: Personal weblog! Thank you so much for letting me use your photo, Elly, I really appreciate it. Please go check out her blog if you have the time, it is certainly well worth a look around. ______________________________________________________________________ “One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.” -Gerald Seymour, Harry’s Game (1975) ______________________________________________________________________ Knelt [...]

Parece que por fin Cheryl, o Cheryl Cole, si la conoces desde su etapa de Girls Aluoud hasta sus dos primeros discos en solitario: 3 Words y Messy Little Raindrops; ha conseguido asentarse como una solista de altura. Tras el pequeño fracaso … Sigue leyendo →

_______________________________________________________________________ “We’ll improvise. Give me the gasoline.” She poured slowly. ”Now the string.” She tore the bedsheet, stuffed it in. Below the window, the motorcade approached. He flicked the lighter. She hurled the skull. _______________________________________________________________________ *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Five Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012

The phone rang at 4am. “I’ll be there right away.” The tires whirred, spun, chains churning snow, wipers struggling against thick clumps. He never saw the semi. On the hospital bed, she kissed the tiny wriggling bundle, waited. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor [...]

Chanting, fists raised, they surge against batons and riot shields. Amid the vulgar masses, sans his standard-issue badge and uniform, he feels giddy, buoyant, smiling in spite of streaming eyes, mace searing corneas. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Seventeen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights [...]

The boy’s coat hung in shreds, wretched, knees visible under threadbare trousers, bruises darkening hollow cheeks. Golden hair, just like my son’s. To point right meant death. Jurgen paused. He swallowed, pointed left. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Sixteen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights [...]

Under stacked newspapers marked “trash”, grandpa’s face was unmistakable, wretched threadbare uniform hanging from skeletal frame, yellow star on his chest. Grandpa tore the photo, threw it into the fireplace. “We are Catholic.” *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Sixteen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights Reserved. All [...]

Image Source _______________________________________________________________________ The phone rang at 4am. Jessie groaned, rolled over. “Yeah?” “Hannigan here. Keller’s sleeping with the fishes. We’ve got the money. Meet us at Sixth and Bates, its yours.” Hands shaking, she copied the number, hung up, dialed 911. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. Too late [...]