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Newsletter Dated: 11/7/2004 3:12:40 PM
Subject: Blue Love
By Maria Cristina Azcona
Light and dark the rain is flowing
while the daffodils grow high.
Love is blue as pure ocean
while profoundly my heart finds
all the richness in your beautiful
transparency of mind.
Let me dance near you, dear,
let me build interior flights
while the butterflies are bending
their swinging wings of love.
See the witness searching
our waves of love.
Don´t be afraid of criticizing
read my lips, my eyes, my dance
We are made of pure topaz,
emerald , ivory and especially sapphire.
peace in earth is really near
this great love, the blue love
Blue is the city under moonlight
the green globe surrounded by air
blue is the hope of better times
and the tear on the face of a little child
A WARRIOR OF PEACE by Bob Schweitzer and Maria Cristina Azcona-
maria Cristina Azcona& Bob Schweitzer
To be a warrior of peace.
Are love, compassion
ser un guerrero de la paz.
Son amor, compasión
Is not made of steel
neither of lead,
it's only the face
that God gave me.
no es de acero
ni de plomo
es solamente el rostro
que Dios me ha dado.
I want to be a warrior
for life and love,
a candle in the night of terror.
A faith, a hope
to reach all.
A sure path in the direction
of pure consolation.
Quiero ser un guerrero
de la vida y del amor
Una vela en la noche del terror.
Una fe, una esperanza
Un sendero seguro en la direccion
de la pura consolacion.
To be a torch
to avoid another Atocha
To be a wake of light
to avoid another twin tower.
I want to live in peace
To let live and
have all live in peace
Ser una antorcha
que evite otro Atocha
Ser una estela de luz
para evitar otra torre gemela.
Quiero vivir en paz
y dejar vivir en paz
para que todos tengamos paz al fin.
maria Cristina Azcona & Robert Victor Schweitzer
Robert Victor Schweitzer & María Cristina Azcona
THE TURNS OF LIFE by Fernando Castellano
Honestly I am becoming tired of this. Every day the same history.
I awake early, I do my exercises, breakfast quickly and I prepare myself for the project of "them". Today three hours ago I am here without being able to leave. Inside here all are options: for the right or for the left, ahead or back, up or down, the green button or the blue button. I am becoming tired of this. Tired of them observing me while I sleep, while I bath, while I eat. To where I know, my welfare is not important to "them", only they are interested that I do their projects, then to throw me in the jail. I don´t remember to have done nothing bad enough to deserve this, apparently to be born has been enough.
Still I remember that night that enclosed me but they forgot to put the lock.
Something prompted me to leave and to seek my yearned liberty, if that such thing exists.
But inmediately I was out I realized the truth: I could observe the project, thus is like "they" called it, and I tried to memorize its solution but was useless, the project was very complex or I was very stupid.
Also I discovered something more, something that still today does not permit me to understand its purpose, somewhat gloomy and apparently harmful. They were various barrels of glass, large and high as a tower. I approached one of them, but for some reason I was afraid. Perhaps fear of "them" arriving and finding me using my nose. In that moment one of the flasks fell, owed to the precipice that surrounded them. But the fear did not matter, the curiosity was stronger and, therefore, powerfull than myself.
I came closer and could observe something that still today does not allow me to sleep. In them there was a translucent, semitransparent liquid, but the darkness of the place did not permit me to see with clarity, something was submerged in it, was a class of whitish lump that floated without life in the fund of the barrel. Just as I saw this, "they" appeared, they pursued me and they trapped me, throwing me once more al jail. Now I find me inside the project. Not yet able to leave here, this is a section that did not know. In there is a great parlor and, at the end, something that shines. I approach and begin to examine it. There is an image, like a monster that moves inside, imitates my movements without any error, as if knowing with precision which will be my next impulse. Already I remember! The monster that imitates me is very similar al the one I saw floating into the barrel the other day.
I want to ask him what he wants but continues imitating me, I do not know what to do to make him stop. I decided to strike it to make him react, but the blow hurts me. Something is very bad, his hands are identical to mine, its equal body al mine, will be possible that..?
—¿What do you believe that could happen to this, Charles?
— I don´t know, seems to have died of some class of heart attack
—Something would have happened related to the mirror of the labyrinth?
— I don´t think so, ¿since when a mouse dies for seeing its reflection in the mirror? Perhaps died of old age
Maria Cristina Azcona