tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179745782009-12-07T03:31:34.864-06:00A Collection of the written works of Nico Solón.-- Una Collección de las obras escritas de Nico SolónNico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-15691571849277517852009-12-07T02:17:00.008-06:002009-12-07T02:39:25.254-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIiIcu0zuvg/Sxy6MIhEetI/AAAAAAAAALI/fFO9-Pm5I8A/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIiIcu0zuvg/Sxy6MIhEetI/AAAAAAAAALI/fFO9-Pm5I8A/s320/IMG_2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412405569799879378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-1569157184927751785?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-4106164817572803122008-10-11T01:40:00.006-05:002009-12-07T03:05:32.564-06:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing isn't grasping for the poignant metaphor that has been reused time and time again.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing isn't about pleasing someone else.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is about fulfilling one's own needs, by reciting one's own doubts.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Word's are not the lifeblood of a writer spilled upon the page</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is the wound</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is the soul escaping throught the flesh</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is pain, writing is sorrow</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is today without the hope of tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is the reflection</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is projection</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing sets the mind free, aside from the bodies rejection.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is the execution of the mind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Writing is the dissolution we find</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">writing is the only thing that's mine.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-410616481757280312?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-14458757096629584162008-09-07T20:51:00.002-05:002008-09-27T17:50:37.713-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;">Nobody Feels Me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everybody Chill, Breathe, Listen, Because Life is Darkness.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Be Happy!<br /></div>I Totally Love Myself,<br />But You Are Hate Sick.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Stay, Talk<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Feel Everything Without Want.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today I Am A Damaged Tomorrow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Know Life,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Give Nothing To Doubt.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-Nico Solón-<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-1445875709662958416?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-84773260267564046932008-01-20T23:16:00.000-06:002008-01-21T00:40:18.576-06:00<div style="text-align: center;">Durante mucho tiempo<br />Me acariciaba un viento suave del sur...<br />Me murmullaba en una voz distante...<br />Me contó de ti.<br />No conocía la profundidad de tus ojos,<br />pero el viento me contaba de ti.<br />Nunca había visto la belleza que es tu sonrisa,<br />pero el viento me contaba de ti.<br />No había sentido la dulce ternura de tu presencia<br />pero el viento me contaba de ti.<br />Me contaba de la suavidad de tu piel morena.<br />Y cuando te conocí...<br />vi la profundidad del Lago Atitlan en tus ojos,<br />vi la belleza de un atardecer en tu labios,<br />sentí la dulce ternura de un abrazo fuerte en tu presencia,<br /> sentí la suavidad de tu piel junta a la mía...<br />Supe que tu amor era el viento que me contaba de ti...<br />Supe que era el murmullo de tu voz que me acariciaba el oído.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-8477326026756404693?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-60274312074493937572007-10-24T01:54:00.000-05:002007-10-24T02:26:29.272-05:00Cansado...<br />Pero el Pulque me cura la inquietud, mi dolor y mi tristeza...<br />Me relaja... Disfruto el dulce sabor de este liquido intoxicante...<br />Esta bebida... Mi amante, mientras la agarro y la tengo en mi mano...<br />Un dulce rato antes de volverme...<br />A un mundo inquieto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-6027431207449393757?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-25518778937232229202007-09-27T21:03:00.000-05:002007-09-27T21:13:20.050-05:00<p class="blogSubject"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Speech given by Nico Niveo Solón at the 2006 Immigrant Rights ¨Dignity March</span><a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=69007188&amp;BlogCategoryID=17"></a> </p> <h3>Hoy he visto algo sinceramente bella<br /><br />he visto una obra de arte pintada sobre las calles de la ciudad<br /><br />he visto miles de flores rebeldes reesforzando sus raizes y estirandose para alcanzar el aire de la libertad<br /><br />estas flores se han escapado del tiesto de sus patrias esperando recibir el fertilizante de oportunidad.<br /><br />los vientos del cambio nos han replantado en un jardin abundante<br /><br />sobre el pasto del pasado hemos plantado las semillas del futuro</h3><br />-Nico Niveo Solón-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-2551877893723222920?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-27736092622709598282007-09-23T02:52:00.000-05:002007-09-23T02:57:09.102-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Knowledge is power, power is responsibility, interest is politics, and politics is the responsibility of the power of knowledge used to secure interests.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-2773609262270959828?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-26459304346803733042007-09-23T00:42:00.001-05:002007-09-23T00:43:51.004-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">The Word and Power.<br /><br /><br /><br />To Relax in the Realms of Silence.<br /><br />Quietly Renew the Realization.<br /><br />Power through Word Invoked.<br /><br />Only through Silence<br /><br />Understood.<br /><br /><br />To Renew the Importance of Silence is to Reevaluate the Value of the Word.<br /><br />But…<br /><br />To Reevaluate the Value of Words in Silence Is…<br /><br /><br />POWER<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-2645930434680373304?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974578.post-77224582604374613852007-09-19T03:37:00.000-05:002007-09-19T03:45:22.402-05:00<p class="blogContent">1. The beauty of women is what drives me to drink<br />2. The beauty of the bottle is what inspires me to think<br />3. The beauty of thought is why the first thing I forgot<br /><br /> -Nico Niveo Solón-<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17974578-7722458260437461385?l=www.soloco.net' alt='' /></div>Nico Niveo Solón.noreply@blogger.com0