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Un grito silencioso estalla entre tus oquedades y reproduce tu rostro
compuesto de una multitud de refrescantes tinieblas
te revuelves
entre la intriga de seguir hundida
y la de seguir echada entre the deep pleasures of your skin from sagging
rabid of the castaways, which threatens to destroy your outpourings
voluptuous know you put alert and raise you a totally unexpected
you join crawling slowly along the quiet feel
a neurotransmitter that runs down your body still
and is not boredom or withdrawal of an idol in
melting sweetly dreamed dreaming dreams that have not ...
is not the primary ball of hedonism revoloteándote
or idealization of a convulsive
extravagant jester or social security (which allows you to survive insomnia)
or anarchism, or left-right democracy and internationalism
tourist boludez
or your friend Javi devout pence or Arle
is Alhami
deservedly appreciated and makes you mourn only hope of happiness and you do not realize
wonderfully animated
das few steps you come from skirmish to skirmish on the dresser, and you get your premonitions
spread seized luminescence horror and you want to mourn
heap you with phrases and sentences along the trunk of your vocation levo suddenly
hundred eighty degrees to the toilet with your eyes clairvoyant
intoxicated assumption / feel the ticking
of desire, feel inside the beat stealth / beggar
accent no speculative conviction
're in a flat in the city of Buenos Aires or Madrid (or so you think)
but whatever it is your stunning car you INTUIS
in stark atonal fiercely hot streets of Managua
a strange feeling arises, as they are not seeking the divinity lying
are barefoot, half naked, the mirror you look in front, but you ignore
in the drawer of your bedside table thorough search of your daily light
and yield to the temptation to make sure that last night
hallucinate but the truth is you can not have that certainty in progress
because the truth is you do not have any journal or bedside table
what a weariness to count among the swarm of dreams that you poke and
mechanically breaks you walk from one side to another piece of free and insoluble
by secret societies trying to explain
that were forgotten your old tenderness
silent echoes ... but obviously ...
are simply the mirror, your speculations
dam in informal levitate your eardrums still fantastic memories of what resonates as fire
trumpet or bugle visionary quatrains
your memories are so fresh they look
paralyzed hand is part of your
mutiny were in the turbulent darkness with Natasha, remember?
spinning on the turntable a London 4 Phases with music by Mozart
only remember chords as a creature
hibernate / so when you live in shadows
your
heroic resistance that is how dark you with palisades of formwork
penumbra tyrannical and
edificarte pilgrim way with a slow, very slow
almost sweet, in a bold push your whim
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