Pirmer autocurso de poesia Parte 1 - El Club de los Desconocidos Por Tokoro

Mi columna de El Español de esta semana se titula “Destrucción creativa“, y habla de los departamentos de innovación corporativa y precisamente de esos elementos de la famosa destrucción creativa de Joseph Schumpeter que, en los tiempos que vivimos, necesariamente deberían existir en ella. Está parcialmente inspirada en algunas de mis reuniones de esta semana …

Un buen plan es una plataforma pedagógica para impulsar tu negocio más lejos. Cuenta con más de 40 herramientas y plantillas estratégicas de branding divididas en cuatro cuadernos multilingües.

Un buen plan es una plataforma pedagógica para impulsar tu negocio más lejos. Cuenta con más de 40 herramientas y plantillas estratégicas de branding divididas en cuatro cuadernos multilingües.

Un buen plan es una plataforma pedagógica para impulsar tu negocio más lejos. Cuenta con más de 40 herramientas y plantillas estratégicas de branding divididas en cuatro cuadernos multilingües.

Un buen plan es una plataforma pedagógica para impulsar tu negocio más lejos. Cuenta con más de 40 herramientas y plantillas estratégicas de branding divididas en cuatro cuadernos multilingües.

Un buen plan es una plataforma pedagógica para impulsar tu negocio más lejos. Cuenta con más de 40 herramientas y plantillas estratégicas de branding divididas en cuatro cuadernos multilingües.

circle-no-10: I did not choose to live when  time was of essence for all to see and feel and I stopped living but time continued with my breaks on full it carried on relentlessly and I had stopped thinking I would be  young forever with choices ad infinitum and no worries or sorrows past present or tomorrow I had stopped  living but the clock was still ticking

circle-no-10: Freedom, a concept and a dream, filling and fulfilling the void, yet caught in the vortex of life, spinning endlessly and always falling short, like a leaf in the autumn breeze, drifting, seen but never heard, in peace and yet disturbed always searching, never finding, the elusive dream, repeating nightly,

It’s Friday night and no drink in sight. A promise made, a doctor’s aid the difference played. The player now gone, tore a hole in my soul, the guiding light fading, the hope dissipating.

circle-no-10: I did not know what I wanted - then I do not know what I want - now Will I ever know?

circle-no-10: Sun-kissed and birdsong not doubting I’m in love - proper the sweetest kiss and the everlasting love I found fading fast as I awake My exploded chest folds back into place and hibernates

circle-no-10: You will have no way of knowing, without scratching the surface. Nothing can be seen, no one can be heard, until the ice is broken. Do you trust them? I don’t, never will. They say the truth is closer than you know, you just have to scratch the surface, and it will all be revealed. Bollocks.

circle-no-10: The wallpaper was too busy, yellow with white and brown stripes, not suitable for a child, leaving scars like hitting the head on a radiator repeatedly, only more subtle, and less blood. These days collar bones turns me on, and shoulders, and hip bones if not too hidden in fat, and attached to a woman of my fancy, covered somewhat. They need to please my eye, more than my mind and heart, the radiator is to blame, me thinks, as a striped wallpaper never would do any permanent h

Note: This episode was never broadcasted Hello Children and welcome to another episode of Home Baking for Fun and Fiction, today sponsored by “Zipher - World Health ‘R’ Us”. Let me first remind you that it is always good to have a parent to help you in the kitchen as those grinders, whisks and meat cleavers can be a handful if you don’t have the strength. Today I am going to show you how to make a Winter Cake to cheer you up before the festive season starts. Before you start preparing make s

circle-no-10: I could see your hands glowing, in the dark they stood out like like a lighthouse along the southern coast. I think you honestly believed you could heal, but delusions are like trees in the forest. I feel for you, honestly, but please let go of the dreams, and fast.

circle-no-10: Go gently with me as my bones are brittle and my heart is cracking more by every passing day with the sound of little feet fading further and further into the shadows of that we perceive as real and closer and closer to the edge of that which is only dream.

circle-no-10: Upon the path of the lesser knowing, wind chill roaming and icicles forming, the whores are out tonight. Beyond the realm of reason, insanity rules the world, with the false and the fake and the great pretenders, prayers for guidance are heard. The sole survivor ponders and preys upon the weak, the lame, the rotten and the stink, the shadows of solitude are real. With a sigh, and without hope, I close the door and weep.

circle-no-10: Is it too much to ask for A pair of lips With a gentle face To study in detail To study from afar I gently touch them and Suck Them - on a Saturday night They’re in my dreams Not far away I awake and Long for those cherry lips Is it too much to ask for A pair for Christmas This year also This year too

circle-no-10: Someone shot at me today, a shot from beyond and afar. In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around. There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile. But Cupid’s arrow failed once more, to penetrate the heart.