Sayings On Save The Date

There are places where the time went to the sewers. In them there is a lot like a plasma, an ostracism, an uncertainty hanging from a trickle almost about to split in two. Every time an airport floor space feel different nose crushes me. No way, theater is the theater world gets even, and the spectator in all of us comes to life. There, in the dry air of the joys of arrivals or the sadness of goodbyes, we become Greek statues in hieratic suppliers. Through a book, magazine, lunch or the frozen windows of the shops just for giving a slap to watches.
At airports, look what curiosity, life is like a limbo where past and future are one. This is dying at that instant. Come, come, walk, and the world encapsulated covers the proper measure of our heart that beats at the same pace of a farewell, a welcome, perhaps a thousand times a trip expected. In those rare areas are airports stands the biggest soap bubble, the extraordinary presence of a large slump in the middle of the daily chores.
Each vanishing point is the airport, where many creatures that converge in millions of lines cross just to immediately go back to their lives, ie, around the time of their lives as lovers delivered a family environment, family or work, say, in those places full of hope because the reboot timers to count down, it is the presence of gelatinous denial, of not all, of the break in the course of an established routine that will soon be restored. There, in that drop which left the ocean, life is not like life.
Exactly. Life stopped in the airports will begin to wake up face down in full embrace by the encounter, on arrival, or perhaps a nostalgic rapture before that person is gone. Starts, what do I know, just when the hello and goodbye.

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met a girl at McDonald's and was speechless. It was recently. I went, I ordered salad and bacon burger, then it all began very fast. From the table saw that would have twenty or at most twenty-two. Young, yes, pretty on all sides, with a hairnet and a cap above the athlete made it look like given the office of French fries. Three clients
spoke to him, let loose at point-blank phrases, and how she reacted I thought of three sons of bitches. That a man courting a woman, okay. To do so as it grows a garden, with touch, tenderly, with heads held high and with respect. Will it shoots. But they gave the impression of grass mixed with alcohol pure and simple sadism. Three crown jewels made a weekend there in front of a beautiful girl and helpless, to drool over the bar and herself.
She was a cocoon, of course, beaten by winds of superb weather knew how. At this point, to defend maidens because a trio of beasts abuse their male status is not that I lose sleep or anything like it. But I could swear that a minute and blew us the fuck all. Many people think that we are human and now. That such a quality sufficient to grant certificates of proficiency. Any life, human precisely because it is also sacred. And I say let them go to hell, that human life is striving to hurt any less sacred and has less respect than many stray dogs. To them, most of the time their spare dignity, are in fits and canyons in the world, with life on their backs and sore spine, making theirs to swallow a morsel of food and carrying his bones with the verticality of the case. I have a personal issue with these guys. Ward males me nauseous, and seeing them in the Mac doing what they did I wanted to run blood. Theirs.
lists are created, the smartest in the class. And suppose that God hangs the scrotum. This mob has taken on the task of convincing the immortality of the clearing, and her superiority over anyone. I thought of a Colt, a Magnum, pum pum, and take home to pay them roses. Human life is fragile, a petal or a murmur, and know it makes us shake up the tabs, requires more than a bar, a cash register and a girl harassed by coyotes. Life is fragile, and it would at least defeat, just a misplaced nut, a screw out of place, a virus that enters and catches us or drunk driving that leads down the middle for turning the best omens, that we assume we are protected, and send us to hell forever in hell. The three emerged from the night relaxed even realize what life can be, of course, that you insist on wasting, or death. Mac
She played along and moved forward. Stood up, she was a woman and was a man, resisted, entire fencing artist, a magician's cape. I asked her name, Clara, that I said. Four things, four things mumbled and finally left. I felt some embarrassment, I should break my neck trying to break them, I thought. I asked the favor of accepting an ice cream. When I was refused and raised my index finger, bringing it to his lips, in a kind of clarified that it would pay a whisper of vanilla, you know, Clara, to take it when you finally go play. Then I jumped. Outside those three drank from the bottle.

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facts, think about, are like birds flying without saying where. I think they are like the rain, the gray skies announced.

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Poem in the water like fish. Then the bottom

breathing other realities

jump when you least expect it.

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Sometimes loneliness is a muse grabs you,

a kind of siren on the island of your life

showing its charm and everything else.

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I look out of your sex and watch the sleeping city. Awake

quiet, silence

last puffs

breath of the night and died laughing

points a finger at me.

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That night, the moon looking at me askance, Night Owl Cyclops

as I covered his face with black and starry.

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Enter a drop of water falling from a roof of zinc.

Then look at a point down there, more accurately measure the cruel and jump with your whole body feeling empty

vertigo

up crashing and see splattered myself.

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I break

silhouette full of other things:

sunsets, for example, in the light of the firefly that collapses consumed by fire.

Then I sketch better,

am a fisherman, reef, blue fish. Stroke

line with the teeth to enjoy the warmth of the foam. Subverts the foundation of my dreams to meet on top of that mountain.

So I stumbled, I get drunk

stars and comets,

throw my bones into the sea.

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The truth is that these pores

tired to lift sweat

not know a hell of encyclopedias dictionaries

Yellow Pages

neon fireflies

or steal the night like the sun in the middle of the square.

I know of a land that throws powder passing through the boots and a mouth

lanzafuego amid the bullets.

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Hang the phone off the refrigerator shut

world and start living,

among many,

as an old bottle.

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Quiet as certain leaves

safe route

of perfect synchronization of the zig-zag

the final super-soft soil.

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And is poetry in that suit of red flowers.

Just so you know: happy ending, when rain, couple, coats and umbrellas, hands clasped, from Cortazar in the light of my lamp, the word fire.

longed Pass saliva and touch and love you and do not forget me, I'm young, I have the life ahead, that blue fish, stars, stars, hearts.

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I'll throw the fight, to rescue your legs and your steps, but let yourself

stories of people and humid streets of salt tears, because I here in this corner, I count three and two.

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With the face of the moon I will propose a set

your face and your arms

to feed the imagination.

And I'll man the sky wide and blue

to swallow your light and your skin

tell you "my love"

and loneliness never allowed to die.

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My cat likes to talk about literature

and carries a book under his arm bare

and tail marks the rhythm of words.

Sometimes my cat does

coffee and sitting on his cushion, from the depths of a purr,

think poems then hide nowhere.

My cat playing cat and mouse and sometimes

thoughtful

stops and scratches his whiskers.

I feel behind the large tree that gives shade

,

then take my toys

to scribble on earth

until you see the stars.

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The lover

shakes hands and always sure of the day

continues his walk to the corner of the square. Far

and tropical

meat is soaked in sweat by the love planted crosses. Then comes

flying dancing playing

clay loaded with

turtle face because he knows well that

loves and songs can live forever.

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And I'm happy for

wrong often hidden from the shame of the index finger

I'm glad I finally

fresh oranges and girls full of dew as

lettuce. It would be so

boring

who knows that bundle of papers

leaf

crammed with clips I strongly

I stay on the side of men with pieces of charcoal on their faces.

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walk on the roof

squirm

turn in circles and collapsing into nothingness that embraces my body.

Then start to purr

with a slight movement of the tail

mature feeling how I'm getting old. And now

me

man again to meet my eyes (now green)

the absolute brightness of yours.

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Hehe

a naked man looks at the moon and laughs

Hehe

a woman keeps the sun between the breasts.

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A puppeteer of my people

beer drinker

large

laughter told me that poetry was a female

caderuda of great hair.

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rob liquor and music sensations the average pencil

transcribed as fuck

becoming your accomplice.