All these accidents that happen, follow the dot, coincidence makes sense only with you, you don't have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency, how beautiful to be, state of emergency is where I want to be.

sábado, 4 de agosto de 2007

Pellejo viró pêssego
mujer adorno teta empeine
emperifollada y tenue.

Ser celeste ser
amilana en
su pequeño estertor
y yace indeleble.

Llora
ahoga
no interviene.

Quieta.
Todo lo que tiene duración dura para siempre.

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