Un mes después de su publicación paper, here's the latest episode of the first season of Lithic Column. As Zitarrosa said, "again, the gone and newcomers."
I: Good morning
I'm moving home. I lived for half a decade at the very center, within walking distance of the rides, festivals, theater Hidalgo, tacos of the doll, pharmacy Chicken and bells of the Basilica. This weekend my wife and I have been painting the new house and now we are finishing to take the furniture, apparatus and many, many books that have come out of closets, bookcases, from under the bed, bathrooms, back of cereal boxes, on top of the refrigerator, the hole under the stairs, and some lost behind piano. She insists that pull away or books, but I refuse to let go of them. While it may never finish reading the complete works of Winston Churchill, or very occasionally see when the three fat volumes of the ion edic
1976 of Webster , I can hardly think of losing them. So go and travel trips originate, and little by little, the books are finding place in the new space. Like us. Mysterious words today are: changes, partly close. II: " This song is for the rats / who hurler Themselves Into The Ocean"
This is the last episode of the first season of Lithic Column. For reasons that should not be aired here, I decided to stop publishing in the Ecos de la Costa, but I did not do so without further ado, the pasteboard, but readers properly say goodbye and thank those who made it possible for these letters are read the dean of the press along Colima than 429 publications in which they talked about everything from the past of Homo neanderthalis the future of Homo galacticus, with special emphasis on the here and now of our beautiful Colima and entertaining characters.
stage was for me a very productive, very creative and joyful graphomania. The constant writing exercise makes you live differently every day, and going to antennae stops, always on the lookout for stories, details, lights can be turned into publishable column. So I sought to communicate what he saw of the everyday, and I think something was accomplished. I tried to guide me always (even before meeting them) words that Heriberto Yepez told Rogelio Guedea good "criticism is not without merit. Not to criticize you must be hero or saint. For that we pay the people: for you to do your job: Do not stay silent. Finally, write well. Thus, if the country does not change, at least, the tongue forward. "
So, like everything just starts to end, today we bid farewell, but yes, knowing that the urge to write is not going (and it was cold), but space is closed. The blog, for one, will continue to showcase these and other scriptures, and stay there with the full file Column Lithic until the bytes hold back. Throughout these years I had the pleasure of receiving messages from many readers via electronics. Thank them and them for their attention, and I encourage that this communication does not end. Thanks to the leadership of Ecos de la Costa, which allowed me to be with you every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday on page 5, and a special thanks to René González, who invited me to participate in this newspaper, and from whom I learned much, mostly by example. At page colleagues, was an honor to share space with you, particularly those who were my teachers for years and I can now call colleagues.
As one said, "that's all, folks." We will meet in the second season elsewhere. The reading I Ernesto@CuerdaCueroyCanto.com. The blog is still alive: www.ErnestoCortes.com. Good follow me: www.twitter.com / ErnestoCortes.
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