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Jacko ...

calls, asks me ... I hope you
with wild hordes of my desires
Gemónides, soulless
fort messenger of love and dreams do not play

tattoo or tattoo illusions tattoo if you're

tattoo or do it with the fire of your heart, for it you
entire length of my thigh
at your disposal


I like to imagine that you get between asleep and awake,
stalking the mystery of the unknown
drilling Storm

banners or when your mind wanders and MECES
in
weather swings in the peaceful silence of the night
stealth
perceptible


evocative and from that corner
you meet me and give me your message in sigh
silence itself to be born to die ... or maybe


without oracle
'm charging everything in the elevation of quiet,
come to my house where there is something
joins us to each other syllables

to cross-corrosive thoughts

bifurcated images
texts galloping

vital symbols there is no deep background

nothing to lose

you, locked
fog sunrise in the dream my fire

my ashes, my body without ever yours


and never forgotten even erase my desire
because I'm yours no more
before the siege of my lust
recorded your name, I read
to know that I am not dead

delusions that swarm of screaming

float last look at my skin
time before I destroy

will and power from deep in your post glacial

to see how we fit that in this universal disorder


after this bloody kisses
merger tattooed on the bottom of my life
between real and the unreal

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Dedicated to Arle

certainly are a visionary

bitter taster drops

insightful

eccentric

loquacious lyric

bum

joker

extravagant

ironic

Fool

sharp

bizarre

mocking

insufficient

quirky Valet

lapidary

anarchist

stormy waves of gods. hidden behind the occult you grow
veils revealing, no samplers


or rigor, or probity


rear lighting candles just


of hot and delicious stunning; treatment


distilled sublime emotions hanging

beat in the coves my breasts
in my sadness or my joy


darkness groping look
memories of a paradise without Cuernavaca, two


where you have at my disposal all the tricks , the tricks and traps
of femininity ... without putting them into practice

for all that gives me the freedom without order ...

maybe that's why I come back

here ... haunted or brutish

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My Haunted or more brutish

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Before dawn I loved

in a sea of \u200b\u200bwine caresses my lover

only come to love

though I would have called

not stop touch any part of your body

and some of it stayed with me / no tactical use

more when he was spirited and frenzied

no part of me it was forbidden

kissed me and his lips seemed to suck honey

my skin tone changed in my network

playing the music I played as

my butterfly quenched his anxious sed

it acknowledge that there is a realm where

registered my face

which fit the beat of my heart

in the press of his only round

desconjeturar I can not my reason for this
love is the envelope of a drunken

that encourages me to be more shrewd primary

to the nakedness of his exquisite vulnerability

a flicker of fury and urban sounds

has been hidden in the fire to my corner

and magic of the vibrations of the heart

reverses downward spiral and promotes this vision

am a reflection of what I live and I lives

not pretending that lives and dies back

'm half

and half female flower

crowd and love no matter what is forbidden

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