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pain absurd that there should be or should be. There is pain absence, empty of furniture, empty bed, empty soul. There are illegal pain for those who can not be ordered repairs or compensation. There are pains obscene, immoral and licentious. There are analytical pains, which are self explanatory. There are aches and pains of death madness. There are pains that nobody understands, nobody says, no one wants. Dolores physical, chemical and mental. Love, hate and anguish. Rain is no pain and pain of dry, sunny winter and incandescent. There are no tears aches and pains of ocean. There are pains in case. There are pains of guilt, which are buried in the chest and there they sleep, sometimes forever.

Hay dolor de distancia.
De la palabra no dicha.
Dolor de silencio.
De soledades y abandono.
De ti y de todos.
Hay dolores de dolores.
Y este dolor.
El único, el que quema.
El que más se siente.

Y de qué manera.

Joanna Ruiz Méndez

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“Imagina la noche más fría de la historia. La nieve cae sobre la ciudad de Edimburgo. En lo alto de una colina nace el pequeño Jack, pero su corazón está dañado. Y por eso necesitará reemplazarlo por un reloj de madera, un corazón artificial del que dependerá su vida. Acompañemos a Jack en su aventura quixotic from the cold streets of Scotland to a beaming Andalusian city looking for love. But beware! Jack must follow rules for survival:

One: DO NOT TOUCH THE NEEDLES.
Two: DOMINA your anger.
Three: NEVER not fall in love.

THE MECHANICAL HEART OF IT DEPENDS

us wish good luck to Jack, and remember that, as in this tale for big kids, all we have ever experienced by our fickle hearts. "

I really wanted to read this book, written by Frenchman Mathias Malzieu, long time. The synopsis, which I wrote earlier, and the cover of the book, were enough for this story I called our attention.
's protagonist The mechanical heart is Jack, a boy who leaves his teenage mother still just a newborn. A doctor with methods healer, who served as midwife at the birth, which takes care of the child. Jack is a baby with a cold heart and defective and the doctor-healer, Madeleine decides to use an old clock to develop a mechanical system to improve his damaged heart. After the successful operation, the protagonist has a heart-clock that works pretty well, although is much more fragile than the average. Jack
must channel the anxiety, happiness, sadness and love through the delicate mechanics of his heart. Madeleine's safe world and his closest friends, going to the faltering reality of Platonic love and then to the cruel world of hatred, ridicule and revenge that he discovers in his school. Uncontrollable passion for a small half Blinkin singer called Miss Acacia, makes travel from Edinburgh to Andalusia in the company of a colorful character: Georges Méliès, one of the pioneers of cinema. English territory, Jack learn more about your heart and love, but also on suffering from the rare morph when dreams come true.
This modern fairy tale, where Jack's heart seems as ephemeral as the dance of the human condition Cinderella or the Little Mermaid, has a very original idea might have been better developed. I'm not an expert literary criticism, but I think the work is riddled with cliches and metaphors little achieved, which makes the story lose strength and consistency as you go. The book is sold as a "great children's story, but I think more than adults, the youth groups which can easily hook up with this story that touches on topics such as love, fantasy, infinite sadness and the feeling of being an eternal experienced by Jack misunderstood. Not surprisingly, the protagonist is a teenager during most of the book.
The Mechanics of the Heart will be made into a film and although the book was somewhat disappointing for me, I think the movie may exceed the written work. There are many features of this story that probably work better in film language. Already many imagine it as a film aesthetic timburtoniana and if it be so, I really like to see it.

Joanna Ruiz Méndez

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The Mechanical Heart Anniversary Memory

I admit with some embarrassment: I have very bad memory.
I sensed from a very small but only recognized until recently. My head is used to store data, but to make memories. Unlike the memoirist Funes, memorable character created by Jorge Luis Borges, who said "I have more memories than myself have had all men since the world began," I almost never remember anything.
When I remember, I do it wrong. Confusing dates, places and smells. Confusing names feelings and ideas. I put tears in memories that were laughter and vice versa. I confused the happy endings and sad stories with the gossip, the bright ideas poor reflections. Confusing streets, avenues and directions and get all sides by instinct than by knowledge. My mind is a machine to create memories of my past experiences rarely coincide with what still retain them and to me twenty, ten or five years ago are more or less the same distance.
is very difficult for a journalist to admit this bad memory grows, I think, as time passes. However, in order to be responsible with my job and my life, I found a little formula that does not fail me: I write. I do since I was little, when he anticipated the disaster and the possible consequences on my future. I write on slips, in foil cards, old magazines, in advertising brochures in Word, by hand, on my phone, my house, in the Metro, day and night. I always write. In the interviews I'm armed with my tape recorder - or two, but just can not stop writing until it concludes. And I'm that thorough with my personal memories: from the twelve years that I have full agendas complete with futile and absurd details that only make sense to me. Perhaps no one understands this strange hobby, but they must understand: it is very difficult to live without memories.
say to remember is to live, but for me to remember is to enter a world of myths and contradictions that only get you safely through the written word. I write to define the boundaries between my real life and my life invented. To avoid getting lost in the maze of the past. To be able to remember things as they were, because it sometimes takes. Joanna Ruiz Méndez

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Hi all, I know you and had enough left, some time since I wrote anything and it is now up to wish good holidays to all, I have a week to get them, till the day August 13 I will be working yet, and as I do not think that this week inspired me to tell you something, I take today to say goodbye and return in September with renewed energy , I can only wish you a very good holiday at all, take care and see you around .............................. a abrazooooooooooooooooo .........