1 facts, think about, are like birds flying without saying where. I think they are like the rain, the gray skies announced.
2
Poem in the water like fish. Then the bottom
breathing other realities
jump when you least expect it.
3
Sometimes loneliness is a muse grabs you,
a kind of siren on the island of your life
showing its charm and everything else.
4
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.
5
That night, the moon looking at me askance, Night Owl Cyclops
as I covered his face with black and starry.
6
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
up crashing and see splattered myself.
7
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.
8
The truth is that these pores
tired to lift sweat
not know a hell of encyclopedias dictionaries
Yellow Pages
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.
9
Hang the phone off the refrigerator shut
world and start living,
among many,
as an old bottle.
10
Quiet as certain leaves
safe route of perfect synchronization of the zig-zag
the final super-soft soil.
11
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.
12
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.
13
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.
14
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.
15
The lover
shakes hands and always sure of the day
continues his walk to the corner of the square. Far
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.
16
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
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.
17
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.
18
Hehe
a naked man looks at the moon and laughs
Hehe
a woman keeps the sun between the breasts.
19
A puppeteer of my people
beer drinker
large
laughter told me that poetry was a female
caderuda of great hair.
20
rob liquor and music sensations the average pencil
transcribed as fuck
becoming your accomplice.
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