ceci n 'est pas a pays
(59 post-placed for the next millennium) 1. Sometimes, I dream that I live surrounded by a pack cage. It is a nightmare etymologically impossible, because pack involves the concept of freedom.
2. Sometimes, sleeping with one of those moons limits Magritte: a smile or a sickle Sagging on the small map of Cuba. I do not recognize the picture, but I wake up in the hope of defining what a plastic or apocryphal literature.
3. Sometimes I do not dream or pinga. Or maybe the word dream as a pinga hanging over my head espadamocles Cuban. Then awake savoring an appointment Bolaño not apocryphal: I dreamed I was dreaming, had lost the revolution before it and decided to return home.
4. Political dreams are, of course: the worst pieces of nightmares style Boarding Home (the book dismal Guillermo Rosales), the garbage heap of history where bored Pusnacional outcasts kicking his paranoia was at its peak our Premier.
5. What is writing today in Cuba?, Say as nail in my ward my blue pupil (the black eat peach, rather than autistic artist).
6. What is writing today in Cuba? If you ask me, magic illusion: where to find meaning? (Black plays violin in the middle island, invisible and indivisible: totalitarianism).
7. A writer friend he dreamed of a black oracle, who asked about the Premier's disease: Does it hurt much? Answer: No, he does not feel pain. Among the morbid and the curious: But going to die? Answer: No, He is not going to die. And finally: When then? Answer: In any other birthday.
8. When my friend told us this dream that he will never write, I was teary-eyed. I realized that for some time deshabitábamos the future.
9. Narrating anything. With the magnificent lunacy of a sickle or a smile of Magritte. Narrating pustular, pompous and posthumously, from the laughter of lucid when dying.
10. Autotrophic Telling apart from the center and pack against the cage.
11. In a literary campsite where pleasure has been abolished in terms of duty, every line of flight is a spark gap suicide vocation (voice / action vacuum).
12. Click-mouse three times and asked for e-mail to i-ching: Can this be the end?
13. Where the tradition serves as a machine that pretends to be god, fascism emerges from flatulent and happy, and not in the house of being, but in the Alley of Rats.
14. Is it the home of being better or worse title Alley Rats for the great Cuban novel?
15. What is a title? What is a great novel? How Cuba's what? How my friends titled Cuban writers of Cuba? In biochemistry, the owner was to assess the strength of a solution: owner acidity of an acid, for example, it is worth reiterating pH minimum.
16. How to wean a narrative in the midst of filth institutional flabby? How to make more radical writing anthology and, hopefully, ontologically intolerable, useless and ininstrumentalizable for any official tool (intoolerable)?
17. What had been the Cuban newrrativa zero years in Cuba extravagant zeros freesco gasping for air in the stifling atmosphere of a house or alley that never existed?
18. Never existed. No exceptions.
19. It would perhaps unique authorial authority of this cincuentinuevemorándum shared between you and me.
20. A psychiatrist poet was concerned, in addition to issues specific to their heads, as the subtitle. There is, as his preaching aesthetic Rev-Minor, the etiology of our analfabetosis tyrannical when chewing the grammar of symbols.
21. Once he asked me to give me a sort of workshop antidélfico, but went into exile leaving pending the teaching that they might well have (sub) titled: I can not read.
22. What will it read? What is the witness who can read? Does the poet, the inmate or the police? (The answer in Cuba can be very porous.) Primolevíticamente who survive the witness? Or is it consumed Hatuey peorformance in the Holocaust?
23. When Peach eats black, ordinary Cubans in complicity confused writing and action. Court cuisine and is penalized to the text because we are spellbound (enslaved) décimotontamente by retrograde palenque imago.
24. So always send the black head or ass in the stocks, just to savor the delight of the word peach pre-criminal.
25. I (just an example) have been accused of entering public impersonally sema peach sacred word, of perpetrating what you (another example) is not made or perhaps vocubalizar vocabulizar balls.
26. And when the black man rave given for playing violin at midnight, the best thing is silence with a stool cubazo. This practice is called disciplinary folklore.
27. No one should be trusted in this regard. Cuba Cuban all know how to write and write badly, because sooner or later as gramasticar will be playing their own peaches or playing a violent violin.
28. I repeat if it is not clear: No one should be trusted in this regard. Cuba Cuban all know how to write and write badly, because sooner or later as gramasticar will be playing their own peaches or playing a violent violin.
29. Than it is, above all causes is required. What compels us to write or stop writing, in certain circumstances uncertain, this or that thing cubanesco cutting?
30. Diaspora (s) dixit: You should feel some pressure on the neck.
31. It seems that (s) learned of Pasolini: in poetry that freedom has the same characteristics as the political struggle (to inspire terror imposed by rediscovering Duty).
32. Or maybe it (s) were inspired by the sharp politicization of Calvin, the pioneers transcubano announced a twenty-first century still no counterpart in Cuba today are encouraged to tell.
33. Again, no exceptions. Sorry.
34. Cito and memory autofagocito: perhaps the literary terror-especially in the media representation-if it bothers the nation, the nation understood as the place of letters (the National Literature Canon, provided inflation-even ridicule-in all its aspects).
35. I guess so, at every escrituradical Made In Cuba, we react instinctively and institutionally culturaliciaco terror: the noir genre seems to always be a craze among the mysteries of our ministries.
36. (Sub) headlines Cuban plane: Fuel to move forward. The record of the absurdity is expired. Cuba, firm and full uniform. Island perfect for art. A country entirely educational. A city for the blind. In Cuba, the largest herd of lions in captivity worldwide. So where are the Cubans? Theatre for all time.
37. Proclamation: Well, well, how reviled the black was no sense! (When the flag stands / in a counterclockwise sense / of a clock, we turn the face.)
38. I dreamed I was already very ill Bolaño liver acidity and to make matters worse still dreaming. In fact, we lost the revolution before it and I decided to go home.
39. You Can not return to your home. If you read a priori as poetry goes. If an editor does not warn you from the front panel, then sounds like a streak repentista soda pop (The octosyllabic is the etiology of our pathetic tradition parapoética).
40. Some officers throats choked on a combat slang. By having them rightly, they leave us soon rationally insane. Dense Utopia engenders its monsters already gaya scientia Goya called identity (Index: Faculty of us fall in its Index of Anger inquisitorial).
41. In other canyons are practiced, so necessarily free, a prophylactic tracheotomy before they can choke on anything.
42. Listen, ah comepingas compatriots, the hollow echo of my trachea trucidada for power. Midan, eh sent and envious, the diameter Dog pore through which regurgitated by you and by anyone Mephistopheles phonemes cradle me in the ass against the political police. Look, oh perverse gloomy experts and theorists of aesthetics, how I drink all your impotence only to invigorate and dynamited by anyone and you.
43. Being a black man can have its advantages Lezama somatic.
44. Cuba Cuban sema drain and leaves only a tiny psicatriz. And the Cuban semen, has anyone heard of the Cuban semen coolera times?
45. Is it possible to puncture a grotesque glottis excritura Made In McCuba? Is it fair to think the comic event of a hezcritura caricatubanesca? How when dissecting mummies solemn lecture on our cumausoleobanía?
46. I suspect that really should feel some pressure on the neck.
47. The c (ub) Hannibal as resource to entertain children in the post-proletarian flag belly boring: Boring Home not so domestic and domesticated.
48. Coprophagy as resistance, entertainment or sudden subversion: decubitus in the yard cubensis, we still have the act of deyectar indexcente.
49. It is also releasing an adjacency warn against all the assemblages of power rather stagnant (that punch pedestrian) and knowledge (that sentence subtle).
50. Pretend rather than serve as a mattress of thorns LiBeratur where you can Pasolini penis from Calvin's ass without shock: colofun antifundamentalist among so many milestones hilarious and genealogies fragile and too teleological telomeric ropes to support the truth of a single slap.
51. Quod scripsi crisis is, hands washed Attorney cryptically.
52. Bolaño blandly insists that the new Latin American literature comes from fear of a horrible-and-on-true-way-quite-understandable fear camouflaged desire for respectability. Thus, the new Latin American writers of assholes posing for recognition of what-is-usually-call-request-political, hidden under one or another ideological sign, in the Age of the Market is now the only remaining shortcut to access the public legally.
53. Bolaño died since, is there new ways to access literamericanas from Cuba at least a small audience in an illegal manner?
54. Ceci n'est pas one pays, the table apocryphal but frankly the exquisite corpse of Magritte.
55. Ceci n'est pas wall let alone an apology.
56. Ceci n'est pas word prick as evidence in criminal or penile small map of a country, tasted by a black bird in a poem of bearing pre-Republican plagiarized in full post-revolution.
57. Ceci n'est pas the Early pleasure of a clown Pinocchio, but the dead face us-the-stars, ribald prose that eventually bend their heads / dying of boredom and horror.
58. Ceci n'est pas Pardo, of course.
59. Eppur si muove! (Caption: But it is!)
editorial team (33 and 1/tercio 
