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		<title>Reflections after dark</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Passengers
We start the night
together.
With fears, hopes,
uncertain.
Hours go by
and we share intimate,
difficult  moments.
I turn my head to scan the room,
around me they all await, just like me.
Each of them reminds me of myself
while they in turn reflect on me.
Still, we remain strangers.
To each its own,
worries, thoughts, paths
and destinies or destinations.
After all it's 4 in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=283</link>
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		<title>To my father</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Alfonso Soto Soria
January 23rd 1926 &#8211; April 22nd 2010



No purest Love
No purest love ever was:
from his smile she drank,
his mighty roar she feared.

When she was a child he took her hand,
showed her a world of wonder
filled with beauty, art &#38; creativity.

When he was an old man,
he took her hand once more.
To reassure life, to restore.
To [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=265</link>
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		<title>The Fierce Guardian of My Heart</title>
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Determined, stubborn.
Always taking on life head first
Determined, stubborn.
Always taking on life head first
A fierce beast by looks, such deceiving looks
but with a charm that melted hearts.
You were great amongst hunters,
as you managed to trap my heart
with just one look.
My fearless guardian:
Watch over me, be vigilant.
You took a huge chunk of my heart with you,
for now, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=236</link>
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		<title>Farewell to Bela</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sadly, my beloved Bela has passed away.

She died peacefully on a Sunday, November the 15th, at her home, surrounded by her family. I&#8217;m confident she wasn&#8217;t put through any undue suffering; I sought to give her a chance to normalize her digestive system. Still, the past few days were especially difficult for her. She gave [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=191</link>
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		<title>Crash</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Vaughan unfolded for me all his obsessions with the mysterious eroticism of wounds: the perverse logic of blood-soaked instrument panels, seat-belts smeared with excrement, sun-visors lined with brain tissue. For Vaughan each crashed car set off a tremor of excitement, in the complex geometries of a dented fender, in the unexpected variations of crushed radiator [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=102</link>
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		<title>Twitter Wisdom VIII</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If 42 is THE answer, the I imaagine What are you doing? is the question.
A simple concept behind Twiter. com , has become a huge compound of thoughts, opinions, comments and general sneakiness on our everyday practices.
I have to confess: I am a twitter addict and, from time to time, someone else&#8217;s twitters have helped [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=76</link>
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		<title>Twitter Wisdom VII</title>
		<description><![CDATA[En plein nettoyage de printemps: fringues, livres, magazines, hommes&#8230; On jette tout et on recommence!
OH: &#8220;This slurpee is making my crotch freeze.&#8221;
You know you have no friends when you stink and nobody tells you.
Information is not power. Once you give it away, its news. If you hold onto it, its useless anyway.
If you want to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=47</link>
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		<title>Wisdom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A bit stolen, a bit selected, rephrased by life but always changing, here it is, in a nutshell:
Ars longa, vita brevis. Cum tacent, murmura. Datum diem docet. Spero quod Ego percipio. Fortes Fortuna adiuvat. Inquiro Amor, aetas brevis est, mors est hic. In ars veritas est. Media in vita non funestus nos sumus. Nihil est [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=44</link>
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		<title>Chekhov&#8217;s Pistol</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Following the premise of Chekhov&#8217;s pistol, as told by Haruki Murakami on Kafka on the Shore:

&#8220;if a pistol appears in a story, eventually it&#8217;s got to be fired&#8221;. Necessity is an independent concept. It has different structure from logic, morals or meaning. It&#8217;s function lies entirely in the role it plays. What necessity requires DOES [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=40</link>
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		<title>Twitter Wisdom VI</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When life gives me lemons I make beef stew.
Sometimes I really need to stop myself from asking if you PRACTICE being so annoying cause you&#8217;ve got it down to an art form
Ohhh! Can&#8217;t you see? Love is a drug to me.
I believe a good pain saving method would be cutting out my heart with a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lucilasoto.com/?p=36</link>
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