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That day dawned as usual dawn when December comes ... the wet and thick fog invades the old woods ... between the trees, the north wind whistles a song notes eternal, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves that resist even after the passage of the fall ... barely the sun rises, the hour in which people's dreams majic spread and collect stars that shine at night, accompanied by the rustle of leaves under my feet, walked slowly along the narrow path, it can be any day, but small elves too cunning smile, and the song of the wind ...¿?... a while I raise the mist, the soft but warm sun through the windows, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with pines and wet soil after the last rains, are the eleven clock, a loud noise through the air ... there ... in my eyes ... she is ... her red hair shining under the sunlight, and its rays can not hurt and is before me ... the fairy of silver tears !!!... no I can believe it, I'm sure my old elf is making mischief again, anytime I wake up, but everything is so real ... his eyes ... his voice .. its wings have grown back, and ... embrace your warm embrace is infinite, as are the dreams become reality when ... god! sure that now I wake up "?, I close my eyes tight and opened them again, has fallen in the afternoon and is still here, walking along the old forest ami ... soul ... soul with dream dream ... the lights of a new day looming, the clatter sounds again, the truck is flying high and away, away with also the fairy with red hair and the elf who taught him how to recover the wings and the lost dreams and got that one they became real ... ufff the clock strikes eleven, the first flakes of falling snow and the smell of freshly brewed coffee ... it is invading all on the horizon ... two spirits fly free on the old forest, joined forever ... the power of friendship.

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days that went something rowdy magical beings, their coming and going by announcing that something old forest was gonna happen, the fairies afanavan weaving a blanket of flowers, the elves, they ran back and forth filling their baskets with dreams and hopes that new ... night ... the moon wore his silver suit, adorned it with flashes of fire and gold ... not the slightest enpañava cloud the sky ... the stars honed their ends ... and there with an orion ... star lights up the night and drawing a smile at dawn ... just ... my old elf it came through the trees hint at his mischievous eyes that shine, we visited the way to the wellspring of dreams, smelled of spring .. . a brand new life ... the magnificent old forest lucia vajo the first rays of sun ... sitting on the grass, closed my eyes, fresh air and the composition of water make dreams flourish, the hawk stayed awake and tends their wings to infinity, memories crowd into the mind and heartbeat speeds up ... I was suddenly looking at him there ... and looked and still did not believe it ... now understood that coming and going of magical beings ... with my old elf, a tiny being handed me his hand, his eyes, I discovered that unmistakable glow and the vastness of the light of a new dawn ... the sun penetrates fully through the trees, the dew drops appear crystal pearls in the grass, the air to become cold and open my eyes, something tells me that this dream is not as the others ... still there ... that being tiny is not gone ... I look at my old elf, shrug their shoulders smile ... is for you ... as it is for me ???... but if I did not request !!!... I do not need is a gift ... as it is a gift ???... wait a minute, this is ridiculous ... that is ridiculous?? ... because this is a gift that !!!... no, no is ridiculous ... yes, yes it is ... my old elf smiles again and walks away with a wink, but it is useless to call him, the sun is already too high and I can not stop him ... and now ???... I do not, I'll wake up, this is not real ... I close my eyes and reopen it ... nothing, there is no way !!... being approached tiny slowly, as slowly as they approach the dreams ... and so, slowly ... now my old forest walks a goblin more.

Leydi ~ Halcon

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tired got up that morning, the weekend had been very long ... long ... decided that maybe it was better to take a break, why not, after all ... this was a good day to sleep ... closed the computer, with the reassurance that comes from knowing that tomorrow is another day, again to lie in bed ... slowly ... no hurry ... sleepy mind drifts by Morpheus, clinging to his dreams, he wanders for a moment at the edge of the real and the unreal, unwittingly drawn that loving face on the pillow, you can feel his breath, the warmth of your lips, you can even hear the sound of his voice, that voice that pervades everything, but now ... just want to sleep now ... maybe later can talk to her, perhaps when you wake up ... she is waiting there ... at the end of this road which gradually moves through through their dreams ... surely, that light you see at the bottom are the headlights of his car ... there are still far away, but smiles when he thinks that she is waiting ... in the delirium of his dreams tries to reach the unattainable, the flashing of headlights those inexorably draws him ... that light ... can not be ... is dawning again ... is incorporated slowly, the rest day was refreshing, at least no longer weighs the body, slowly around the house, the sun has come in torrents and it has flooded all, but had closed all windows, so I thought ... on the table, the phone is off, it does not matter if it sounds in fact do not even feel this pain that gripped the soul, now calm, he just needed rest, and light that has flooded the home gives so much peace ... the door opened suddenly ... she was there, has finally come, want to hold her, but she ... she has a distorted face, it scared him called ... the answers and tries to calm her, but she does not olle, even he has seen passing through the room ... is there ... standing in the doorway of the bedroom ... he moved slowly, do not understand what happens, because this so nervous, looking over his shoulder, but that light will not let you see anything .... at that moment, something shakes his body, the heaviness and weariness invade again ... and that sound ... that sound broke the silence, at breakneck speed, the flying ambulance to the hospital ... her hands pressed into empty tubes ... the ... now Desojo again between theirs the rose of life gradually returns to his flesh felt nailed every one of the thorns that try to avoid, your tired mind, even vaguely lost, perhaps looking for without realizing it that strange light ... .. . she looks helplessly at the gates of hell, bit by bit, invented for .....

Leydi ~ Halcon

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high sun at dawn, the old forest paths are drawn between the soft morning mist I take the dreams and walked slowly ... now the birds do not sing and the wind whispers ... the silence is echo through the trees, their leaves, a huge and crystal beads spray shine with the first rays of the sun ... the path narrows ... after the bend, cross the bridge and entered magical place where reality is lost and created the fantasy ... and I see there ... sitting on the edge of the fountain of dreams ... is the red-haired fairy ... not even dare to breathe to avoid interrupting his thoughts, but to me seen and smile ... but his smile is sad and bitter, probably remembers the time joining with other magical beings ... today could fly their wings are broken ... they are burned in the sun one day I leave the old forest believing he could be a mere mortal ... slowly ... I go in their eyes ... shines a light flash of light, and a tear sliding slowly down her cheek ... I look amazed and discover that they are crystal clear pearl like drops of dew that shine in the morning ... she is ... she is the fairy of silver tears ... under an umbrella silk rose petals, protecting her bare shoulders and wanders through the old forest dressed in sadness, hoping that one day return to regrow their velvety wings and magic of the moon will return your light ... I poke my old goblin in the bushes, the sun shines and at its best on the tops of the old forest trees ... wake up ... and the red-haired fairy nestles among the flowers by watering them with her tears ... I have the way back, before crossing the bridge magic again looked back, I wound the soul, but her warm smile and hear his voice ... until tomorrow ... the birds flit breaking the silence with his coming and going, the wind sighs and I walk slowly, to the flowers ... even a huge crystal clear bright pearls of dew .

Leydi ~ Halcon

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There are places which seem to have their own life, will seem strange, but I live in one of them ... my old forest is a magical place , where reality and fantasy merge giving Step into a world where dreams stop being dreams and become on a true and wonderful ... was saying my old elf when I was only a child ... that anyone who lets fly free the soul and listen to the beats magical wind may reach infinity ... I learned to let my soul with the beating of wind and it is true ... that reason had my old elf, if I knew the ... today my heart beats so fast as beat ... mine dreams filled the ancient forest of elves and fairies ... magical beings que comparto con la sonrisa de la luna.pero eso es otra historia, asique ya la contare otro dia con mas tiempo

Leydi~Halcon

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On 31 ago, I heard someone on the agenda of Diego Oquendo say something like "should change the rules of competition of years old, because they are not years old but a showcase of ideologies." Something like that anyway.

For those who do not know, in some regions of the country's December 31 will normally burn a dummy representing the past year, usually focusing (with a good dose of humor) in their negative aspects "burn" and to exorcise them. One Year Old well done usually have several of these puppets forming a sort of scenes from one or several events that marked the year. And in the capital takes place from memory that I have a competition trying to keep this tradition alive.

Of course, nostalgia and idealizations involved, you always said that in past years Years Old were better, more creative, they threw more "salt Quito" before burning, more fun, anyway . Especially if the child was and is that distance that helps to improve almost everything in the memory.

But do not think it exaggeration, distortion or idealization of the past say Years Old used to be worth seeing and this year (and when I say "This year" I refer to above) the puppets of Amazonas Avenue were a disaster for creativity.



Basically, it was advertising installations with different messages from those who "donate your organs" was the most noble, selfless, and perhaps even the most creative of all. Among the other consisted: potable water service is very good, believe in Jesus, the literacy campaign was a success, not believe in government, my football team is better than yours Long live the dictatorship of the proletariat. Even one which drew the "tradition" to parody or make fun of politicians (one of the favorite topics of Years Old, because as they say is refer to the negative aspects of the year) could not help but point out an option ; what ended up being a very unpleasant moral or just more propaganda.

For example, there was the Mars of the cell, with ingenious phrases as "the signal that links most earthlings" or "technology from another world." I can not even imagine the amount of sleepless nights that must have cost them the creative advertising agency to produce results so hilarious and original.



Too bad so much and so dedicated work has been translated to the known art "black marker on white card" in size medium , bringing the fun of extraterrestrial occurrences were not publicly available unless you get very close. Note on the other hand the brilliant subtlety of installation: only after careful observation can one company is aware of what you paid for this puppet.

If you think ugly, were lucky not to be there and hear the music.

More publicity. With good intentions and all, but ... Years Old should be fun, educational NO. It is my opinion, of course, and I agree. With you.



Well, its football team beat other teams ... I guess that is reason enough to make the dolls ... by now had no intention of discussing the point.


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policy. The least we can say is that the implementation is rather limited (something that happened in most of years old, I think). Have a sign in the background ... I do not know. I was expecting something else worked.



Apart from the doll or sound like a lot, I identified by the crown.

And one on the economic crisis, with an installation in which 3 characters in coastal accent (Nebot, Isaiah, Alvarito) jump from the burning plane that represents the boom economy. But Juan Pueblo (which interestingly has an accent serrano) relies on his God and jumping is saved by his divine hand. Hallelujah is heard and the promise of Juan Pueblo Serrano of relying solely on their savior, not the base metal. The message was pretty clear (loud and clear, repeated continuously for the speakers): believe in Jesus and be saved. Do not worry about money or by the crisis.



No relief for me, and I was left with the question of whether those who made this New Year's Eve were anti Correa (for curuchupas) or pro (because of "do not worry about the crisis.")

Besides we all know that the first would be saved Alvarito, please. We kept repeating it for eight years as a God sent.

Another Year Old. Three drops on a balcony, the middle one says "the quality of our service has been awarded around the world." From the balcony you see a lot of people go with the face of boredom. Prefer look the other way.




Within this tradition, have always been references to politics and jokes against the "powerful", usually with enough humor and perhaps some bitterness. But do not remember seeing before a year old to repeat-government slogans ("wild beasts") and has as background a banner call us bow to the socialist revolution.



With all these elements, rather than New Year's Eve like a cover of, say, Tintají or The Citizen. Although the idea of \u200b\u200bthe shoe "interactive" was amusing.

At some point I got tired. You may have found further south more and better puppets, but eventually I saw far my patience and my desire to continue along the avenue.

end of a year rather bland. Or put another way: Years Old were so Turro, did not want or burning. If the intention was to kill them, I recommend indifference.