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Los Heraldos NegrosHay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes...yo no se.

Golpes como el odio o de dios; como si ante ellos, la resaca de todo lo sufrido se empozara en el alma... Yo no se. There are in life such hard blows...I dont know!

blows seemingly from Gods wrath; as if before them

the undertow of all our sufferings

is embedded in our souls... Ivdont know! Son pocos; pero son...abren zanjas oscuras 

en el rostro mas fiero y en el lomo mas fuerte.

Seran tal vez los potros de barbaros atilas; 

o Los Heraldos Negros que nos manda la muerrte. There are few; but are... opening dark

furrows

in the fiercest of faces and the strongest of loins,

They are perhaps the colts of barbaric Attilas or the dark Heralds Death send us.

Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... Yo no se  There are such hard blows in life... I dont know! By Cesar Valej Lejos 

Peruvian Writer

1918  

There once was a bear. who lived in a cave. He ate and ate until he faded.Then the bear was so full he went back to his cave.Then one o f his predators came and ate all his honey. That bear brother was very mean to him. Then a puppy came along and ran and ran until he found another bear that was nice. The nice bear said why don't you stay with me little puppy.. More friends came along an d said we will give you shelter always.And then the puppy said thank you, I will always be with you.. I love you..by Shanti 6.5 and Logan 6 almost 7 East Village lifers and neighbors

This is probably going to be trite but here we go nonetheless! There are writers aand there are aspiring writers and then there are people like me. Writers write, aspiring writers aspire to write, and I aspire to have writren. Everything in between is barren and awful and feels like a simultaneous onslaught of anticipation and disappointment. This is not to say that people like myseklf do not write, but virtualy all of our work is on the subject of writing, or, rather, why it is so hard for us to write. My impediment, personally, is pretention. What is pretention? From a reader's perspective, it's like porn: you know it when you see it. From my perspective, r it*s  what you gain the first time you as a child are told that you did a bad job or a good job. From then on you have an internal editor who yammers away and changes the task of writing for you irrevocably. You are no longer trying to create but trying to do a good job. What is a good job? What others say it is.

And you must do a good job, as dictated by popular consensus, under the pressure of time, which also dictates that you feed yourself and make money, and be a good person. And don*t hog the typewriter, either!

Just a thought. I don*t think I did a partiuvcua job, but then again, this is my first time using a typewriter!