Daniel Medvedov •

Become as Poet in 81 Days ▲ Dedicated to the poet Francisco Pino

A woman might see herself in the man’s glance - sometimes she has to use a small mirror [Photogram of my film: De Doua Ori Ora Sase - “Dos Veces las Seis”] • Madrid 2010 /2015

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▲ Dedicated to the poet Francisco Pino • Once upon a time, An atheist, P., - said: “ I never knew what it was poetry.” Even so, He created. . . • Those sparrows in the morning, already finished chirping. . . They are now waiting for my gift, bread crumbs. . . But who sings in the morning it was the blackbird, The black blackbird with gold peak, That bird never comes here, to the balcony, or eat my bread. . . • How often do I have on my cigar? How often has not been turned off? Has not paid the light, also, And today, He comes to cut fast, The employee of light. But I, I will turn again, as a pure ciggar, Unpaid dimly. . . • Coffee, still cold, coffee know. . . I still ignorant, It is everything. . . I had to know. . . • Gone are the clouds CLOUDYLANDIA, and the sky has become serene, azure. . . But the more you want the sky, It is lightning. . . •

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It is said that looking much an abyss, the abyss ends up looking at you, too. . . And when I look at you, You, ended up being Me. . . • The city, happy. . . All have left Easter. And those laborers of the brotherhood, Loading and waves to the statue, have remained in the city. . . • Franco Pino, Proud, green, fast, fast grows skyward, Flee fast, Toward the center of the earth. . . •

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One, Light, Two, Water, Three Stone Four, Wood, Five, Animal, six, Human, Seven Dreams Eight Everything Nine, birth and death. . . Ten return as Odysseus. . . eleven • I love heartbreak, For him, So I understand what love is. . . • eleven The circle, still round, looks like a bread. . . Bread, still square, It is round . . . • I'll let the dogs bark, lizards crawling up the wall, cats meditate, That the human scream. . . • He was sitting, I heard, Flowery bells, Sones. . . • Angels Go, Angels come, Human Beings, long-living, Eternals. . . I hate to see books in the trash. . . I will take them, The office as a mule, On my lap, They seem abandoned children, A haphazardly. . . ª

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• Mathematics secret numbers, Rhythms, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, And me, Stay the same. . . The same as always, being. . . * 153 fish in the net, which number more curious! 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 17 ....! • Favors, Never without pay, never without reason, always outstanding debts, Someday, The promissory note. . . A price of the Soul Almateria . . . • I warn you, To no surprise, Blackbird singing in my balcony, I notice the same thing. . . • Day to day, The heart beats, It barks Howl, Like wolves to the moon. . . • Twenty points has given, And bent, It gives the number of laborers, which are carrying the sculpture of Christ Mayor. . . • The number of the greatest mysteries. . . Is less than twenty, Stars of the first magnitude In the sailor sky: • Sirius Gran Can • Canopus keel of my boat • RIGIL Alpha Centauri • BETELGEUSA shoulder of Orion

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• VEGA. Rope Lira • CAPELLA, chair Coachman • Arthur King • RIGEL foot of Orion, • Procyon, before the Dog • ACHERNAR, the Eridan, Daneri, • AGENA, eye Centaur, • ALTAIR, neck Eagle • ALPHA Southern Cross • ALDEBARAN, Ojo del Toro • POLLUX, my twin, • SPICA -Cropear, in the hand of the Virgin • ANTARES, sting of Scorpio, • Fomalhaut, the Southern Fish, • DENEB, The Swan Night, • REGULUS, Lion's Eye, Eyes all, ornaments, From my present body. . . • . . 23 There are only twenty-three universal principles, and that number is sufficient, And even spare. . . • Love • Goodness • The beauty • The truth • The wisdom • Knowledge • INTELLIGENCE • FAMILY • The tradition • The eternity • Infinity • The conflict • GOD • The Self • The mind • The justice, • The change • Health • IMAGINATION • LIFE • Peace • FREEDOM

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• The ENERGY Total - 24 • I do not care how you say it, I care what you say. . . I do not care what you look like, I do care who you are. . . I do not care how you do it, I care what you do. . . I care about you . . . • Many times, I've been here many nights, I have watched the same stars, Sometimes They were other, Other times, The same . . . And me, The same, Be . . . • Sun, It is the most powerful amulet. . . Moon, His shadow. . . • I have phases like the moon, and the light-Ash It is my favorite. . . • In the mansion of the hut, The window passes, The chirping of crickets, The song of the moonbeams. . . • The flowers of this flowering tree, fall to the ground, As the words, Falls from thoughts. . . •

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The road comes and goes. . . In my memories, I remember we went, and have returned. . . • In respiration, It's important to get the air. . . With money and pocket, It's important to put that out. . . • Sailors walking, as if they were in their boat. . . Slipping. . . • 33 Like two birds flying east, The two threes. . . • We barely know each-other, Swan said, when asked about his wife ... • Since a time ago, My gaze penetrates the walls. . . • Exit the maze, not only reach the center. . . • The door sees all in, out. . . • It is, What is not yet. . . Said the teacher. . . • The water does not wash away the stains of silence ... •

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What sense can be In the image of the head of John the Baptist on a platter? I know: The sun stopped in the summer solstice. . . • Armando throne of sticks, to see from afar, The arrival of the fish in the Ardentía. . . • Identification cards, In the Land of Poetry: silence. . . Loneliness . . . • The seabed is also Earth. . . • Armored armor, for the big tournament. . . In the stands, Flower, As opponent, Myself. . . • Who is able to look without blinking, At Sun, front? The Falcon. . . • See at night has allowed me to perceive the shadows of the chameleon. Tigers, still sick, walk upright. . . • The school has been invented, destartalar for poor children. But we, Astute, We send all Fuck. . . • I have been asked by many, how do you know, why? I answered: By the grace of intelligence. . . And it was silly. . .

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• No one can know How deep sunlight enters, in my tree leaves. . . • Among the books, I found one, White sheets cover of dark, secret title With letters of light. . . • I need not jump, I'm flying, sliding on the clouds, landing on the lightning, getting off with the rain. . . • The goalkeeper, Open the door, leaving few, Others enter, I am the keeper. . . • I encourage you to dress in light, rays I take off your shirt hanger, and when will buttoning, I see that the buttons are stars. . . • In the shirt pocket, there's a button to book. . . In my memory, there a my name, I have not yet used. . . • The bottle of wine that I have, never ends. . . The water jug that I have, I've turned into wine. . . • If you do not call me, I will not find you. . . If you do not want me, I will not see. . . If you do not love me, I will love you, I love you . . . • Between racks, There is an actor who has not yet come. In my memory, There is a thought, What has not yet been thought of. . . •

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When hopefully the tide, I have to look at the moon. . . It is accurate, when I jump to the mainland. Uncorking wines, haircut, &, Most importantly, when looking at you, When love. . . • Geography Smile, It has some valleys that have not been visited yet, By dolphins. . . At the top of the mountain, A cloud passes leaving traces, to follow her to his world of rain, to the world of sun, To the east . . . • Obviously, I'm not you. . . But I reached my hand, like my other hand. . . • We do not have much in common, only the world. . . But not enough for everyone, as some already have been distributed. . . • About my environment, I will not say much. . . Some borders Some countries, Some trees, And wolves, Many wolves in the woods, who care for me vampires. . . • The brief moment that I have to return, I use it to escape. . . Rest on the Flight, I look while I run, I contemplate on the sides, See if we're going to see, See if finally we go. . . . . . To arrive . . . •

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That chessboard, Just white squares. . . At night, All are black, Arabian horses run, Dew on circular and concave mirrors, Footprints in the desert that morning, disappear. . . • When, at last, I'm growing, I fall to the ground, And I look to the watermelon, Which has no where to fall. . . • Rushed up, Come, They storks have arrived. . . Let's see . . . Will I have brought something? • A crow does not need to be painted black, to be dark. . . My soul does not require light, To be bright. . . Your eyes, And Green, Reflect entirely, The color of the swallows. . . • Combino calm, With the storm that has reached me. . Downhole, A toad want to fly, Let's see, To know the world, And jumping on the back of the Phoenix, returning also from the ashes. . . •

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Reply with silence, It's like reaching the top and keep climbing. . . More, Anything else, Maybe I find, Thus, The sky . . . • During the fall, I have grown wings. . . During the jump Kangaroo, There is a moment, A moment without duration, Where everything is frozen, in the southern wind. . . • What do I know, I'm not going to say anything, When the guards give me high. I'm leaving, Quiet, I will vacate the space of the cell, Do not bother me. . . I left something written on the wall next to the defendant. . . • The brush in hand then, Firma my signature, Write my writing, And do not know where you learned all that. ... • Do not water me so much, I do not need much water, I also want some dryness, To wet my lips, To dry this so wet and soul frost, South Pole, the North Pole, the Big Dipper. . . • I respond to knocks on the door, but to open No one . . . They have gone before me. . . They are gone before opening. . . But what I say! They are all sitting at my table, waiting, To leave. . .

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• About my arrival, no one had noticed, which had blue eyes, blue hands, Blue hair, blue sky. . . • I refuse to acknowledge that I have failed. . . I give up dancing. . . Rejection prizes. . . Enough of both gift without merit. . . However, I offer a fruit, I have not yet eaten. . . And I accept it without blinking. . . • In the upper part of my body, it is a kind of city, Maybe he's on his brow, where I stay, sometimes calm, waiting for everything to change, without ceasing. . . • I'll make a reform in my character, Substantial, Ultimately, Crucial. . . When you hit me, I did not accuse any blow. . . When you look at me, I will not turn away. . . • The Call of the fireflies, It is a pulse of light. . . In change, Butterflies, Flap their wings and disappear in profile, sagittal To enter the world. . . • Caramba! Fuck! I missed the train. . . He's gone without me, And in the empty lights, Someone is waiting at the station. . .

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• Conceive the world as an ornament, a gift from nuts, A rumor, A bunch of shadows, A hive. . . Full of poets, which, today, They have been added to them, One more . . . ☀

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