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big tent, leaky
morning silence that surrounds us

ambulation
Ian laughs off

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Head down, legs, looking at the sky Looks

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I like watching them in front

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to see if we recognize


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Friday, September 4, 2009

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I open my mouth in a loud yawn, I stretch the arms extending and legs. I'm cold. With eyes still closed, look for the edge of the sheet, halo and halo, unable to bring it to me. Total, much effort and I feel hot and try to open my eyes.
- How am I going to wake up? I tell myself as I move to the edge of the bed that seems far, far away. I remember as a child I always liked Alice in Wonderland, as Alice had shrunk from taking the bottle labeled "DRINK ME." - Have I taken from the same bottle?

I lean and close my eyes. Back to yawn and I think I'm in that state between awake and asleep, that vague space where dreams still seem to reality. While I try to remember what I did last night before going to bed. "Nothing, nothing special, as usual, I waited and I waited until I fell asleep.

With eyes still closed, I listen as he gets up and enters the bathroom. I hear grooming, breakfast and exit. Again I'm cold, I turn to find the sheet, I take my fingers and I cover. I know that if I try, I will reach the edge of the bed and I know my feet touched the floor. I know I will remain invisible.

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I write all my stories before he died, every day that passes I need is more urgent. I started writing just on weekends. Then I also wrote a few days of work. Now, that's all I do, write and occasionally eat. Eat because they make me and hide me pens and paper if I do not.

working so I thought that eventually I would end up stories, but something strange happens to me and I now I'm gushing. This morning to rinse my teeth I spit a story. At noon I cut a mini short of the big toenail. And tonight the wash, I felt like I sprang the beginning of a novel in the chest. I try to hold the pen but the fingers are entangled in poems. It's getting late.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

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arrow that cuts the wind hurts my kisses, burning
reefs, dead sighs aromas, orange blossom stamens
fray blind. Your light turns

roads. Talk is,
without sound. Why say you know what?
The word on whether the feelings
its rate rise to immune and ethereal.

His strength enters my space.
rides at night to touch my chest.
wind is restless, very slow breathing
puffs, blows undone. Looking

silent golden pupils, are only two poor

lights perched on my debris,
entangled in the web of my bitter loneliness. Bankruptcy

the spell. Fire
blind me suddenly. Burn the ships with a vengeance, tearing their sails
. The flame sputters out, suddenly invading my sky
only seconds.

pearl Your eyes saw me silent!
I clothed in blue, orange and green.
gleaming sword, after dawn, argento
edge. Your look calcined my sorrow!

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

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need a quiet space that shelters me
a wet area with cotton


like roses need a quiet space with canaries

risers to paint wings on my feet and kissed


my forehead girl need a quiet space
with my friend in my blood


A quiet space to cry

to cry to heal

I need a space

fish and seaweed

hug me hug him


need a space to listen and forgive My Space

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Here are mine, lives here for you I hope

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I wrapped in silk
that produced the track.

I fell asleep in the cocoon silent. I wandered through the cosmos

touching the stars,

receiving inflows of aromas and blue
listening to songs and orchestral
strangers.
One day I woke up startled.
I was in your arms
trapped, yearning

spread my wings to fly released. I felt something wet

wet my grief.

watched your eyes heavy with rain. Folding wings


forgot my dreams I gave up flying and wiped your tears
.


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If I had known that the moon is only that ,
the moon.
That she has no feelings, my feelings are
.

May the sun, fiery
great vital power, distant, discipline
this is just the sun.
that emotions are mine, undisciplined
uncontrolled burning under my skin.

Let them live in certainties
orbited while I pour out steps
hurt disappointments, missed love mutilated


uncertain roads crumbling towers
rivers break their banks

that treason is running water that love

broken by thousands of shots and you never fully
is wasting time running after him, because there are only
his pieces.
slipped its essence as
fragrant water into rivers and seas in distant dimensions

that the rain is not such as
are my tears that the sky was back in drops and compassionate


that
stars twinkling eyes as cold and distant stars
are only guarding the space,

that hell is not far away
the Hell is here under my feet tired


If I knew that singing and dancing

laugh without ever ever

mourn alone is real, everything else
is a cruel fantasy
crusher naive souls that true


really is a diabolical machine that breaks

souls and bodies without explanation or boundaries.

What is a life worth living the delusion
dreaming of winning a distant paradise undiscovered

that dancing and singing and smiling

love with love is how it should be lived

now realize what a pity!

Paradise
live here in the solitude of each flower.

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wet dream Every day I

Back in our lagoon where children spend
Smelling of sweat and mangle.

Every day I dream of you mad because I burned the food

But you know my life
How well you know my desserts

Every day I sleep in my bed
Crossing my roads
Rowing on the pillow
to reach my soul.

Every day I dream so close
But you smell is far
You smell "is not mine"
no way to buy

Every day I dream you dreamed
What I was dreaming
And swimming and dreaming
Al order to find again. Raquel

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

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Your beloved hobby of being graciously made you forget the cardinal sin in the bottom of a small closet in the cottage.
childhood memories mixed with the best smell in the world, the land wet with fresh rain, a real carpet so wisely chose for our time love and call our place for the ride of soul and body ride. I pity today that miracle is just the memory of a fantasy I will never forget. Today there is only a sad shadow of perfume you wear and my masculine fragrance.
remember that despite your almost total lack of skill as a housewife, what do you like to do at home is very simple: make love to a thousand times running down every possible corner and your world ... "leaves for tomorrow the Lord will have! " And so we go downhill.
you know? Regardless of your skill not at home, if money is not the problem I would start our history from the beginning, at the bottom of a small closet in that cottage.

Monday, June 29, 2009

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Maurice Every evening walks her slender body, his dreams and lost hopes, to the huge lake that mysteriously, expect every day. Some evenings the water they receive bites, rebellious, unruly, aggressive. Other times it involves in the serene calm of the great spirits of nature, cuddling with a damp breeze as balm soothes your pain.

red are the hours of summer. A massacre of heaven dripping hot red on the face of the earth.

happy Families seek solace on the banks of that for them, is almost always a rich encounter with the vital vibrations of that body of water as impressive as unpredictable. A wide swath of green lawn and old trees with their tops open like umbrellas provide a framework to lakeside landscape, creating the illusion of freshness denied. While some run, others walk, groups of friends sit around talking and laughing on the stone railing that gives way to the edge of the waters or on the warm grass. Loose pets are following their masters. Children give life to the Red Man

Maurice always sits on the bench under a tree whose branches almost touch the ground. With slow, tired, rescued from the bottom of his bag a violin which turns red on contact with light. Painfully slowly begins to run old Southern melodies, gazing into the horizon beyond the lake. The magic of his art undeniable sweetness of the songs gently invade the whole landscape. Little children come up, curious and smiling, adults watching him from afar, watch the concert , applauding every performance. Brokers will greet hand without stopping the run. The man ignores these events, lost in memories of the red notes.

A bloody solar disk, floating in a sea of \u200b\u200bfuchsia slides his way into the next world eternal. Shortly before disappearing, afternoon fueguina the beam delivery silvery full moon discreet distance, observes the scene.

When the sky offering its frame around the moon dark to dazzling in its beautiful light, and the last notes of elegant, melancholy violin disappear in the darkness of black night red man.

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Friday, June 19, 2009

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What I like to do at home is sit down and write for you, give my soul wound that jealously guards the memory of my childhood. It has become a delightful hobby that what was and was not, think of what will be.

not want to forget when strolling my nose for your body to delight your man perfume mixes with your sweat. It was the best smell in the world. Sinned by gluttony and lust in your arms wrapped in your scent male. I ate your lies, I reveled in your juices. Sinned every time you called me and went at the phrase "I need you."

Nothing interfered with my ability to carry out my duties in the home, work, life. He had no financial problems, I was just hurt because I wanted you body and soul, but my soul was not what you wanted.

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looked up to see why they darkened the sky. Vultures blackened
the heights to the sound of the shot,
respond to the first gush of blood from the wounded.
After riding the skies with a slow cadence
the first alighted on the branches of distant trees,
The following are perched on branches closest
lost recklessness, as we turned our backs
pounced on the fresh meat on the bloody viscera. At Mount
their work is commendable, clear the land
only come to dead or rotten.

I looked in front of relatives, their faces dark
circulated with great haste home,
morbid questions, defensive response:
"Depart, man is not dead, it stinks."
still not time to clean his pocket . Precipitation
the apparent madness,
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Greed kills the subsidiary sanity. .

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occasionally play the game if I had money would always be with you and not with her, and the phrase is dancing between the notes of silence, and leads me to the child and parent because I did not was unable to face the responsibility of a family.

I say it does not matter that you enjoy when you are, because my greatest skill lies in wait at home, and the lowest in despair of waiting, and the house and I need your presence, but neither have the patience. I wrap the sheets that smell of your body and my body and I repeat my favorite phrase as a mantra is an invocation and incantation: "come back because we are trapped in Sin Capital of the desire of the bodies."

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This time came early when the birds sleep
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was forever silent

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seized their actions with all its consequences

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war do not need to die by thousands
And we, your neighbors,
look the other way and walk very concerned

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mía.Pies girl takes the blue by the time

sink into the wet sand

bathed by a large sea shell.

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you and I talked, talked

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the banks of a clear sea, warm, loving.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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Every Tuesday I confess to them. Home of Elizabeth, the field of aroma, flavor of the papaya and sweet quenepa. There bare my soul and I know better because I have a teacher to the Poet of Love Slowly erase the fears that burned in a thimble. To all took us to the circus, and I dressed Rinalda, the rubber body. The one with the dwarf in the summer evenings quietly look in the mirror, looking not to lose his self. Tuesday confess crazy, I'm discovering how the open sea and offshore. I want to swim naked all painted blue to wiggle my body and high seas tuna lost its name and does not know who he is. Only this flap and foam.

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as souls who walk free and
naked in this meeting
life is
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you entertained ...
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