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Toccata And Fugue

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With the word free and finished with the word being accused. Each set, please select rope with which you want to hang, and my voice too viejapara die. Is that groaned with the full force of the stings Alser buried by stars, which flew out of himself naked in Nomadic loscánticos covens, which ordered the decapitaciónde kings in palaces taken, which was sacrificed their blood yderramó Drinking wind, which opened the glow decofres defiled by the dark melody of rain, which never besópaisajes far and then wanted to come to rest in Susono. No other than meat drowned in the faith of his eco portemor to the same clouds. And death shall blind my entrañashasta will scorch my skin. Land that will shine for a momentocomo a diamond, like a wound in the shade, like a whip inthe wind, with all distances from the beating, and all I serésu open flower, which intoxicated with the aroma of all amoresque had the world, and all I will be your flower open.

Will They Take My Wedding Money Bankrupt

not there because they underestimate the Clouds

(unpublished)

SEEK TO FIND THE WORD

even if sleeping in the open, between depths, I do not care, I support the painful
finding when it turns its back door,
in your soul the flame of the gifts for years that it takes all
the shadows are waiting to be scraped by the yearning,
never touted the road enough to know how far,
like your kisses in the villages are full of gossip, I communed
few afternoons of sweet wafers of your breasts,
what to look to the sea if it has been wrecked in other meat,

now to undo the suitcase of a life would be all crazy, and decided
cloches sobornaré in the very death, while the nymphs alcoholic
sing their troubles better than ever, I do not fear for anything
empty inside and inside to call loudly,
at all afraid to dig my mind the same size as your body, and nothing
where there can only be unearthed live the sweet years of your name.

Wood And Corrugated Iron Fences

Testament

A Arnaiz and Langarika
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Once committed elasesinato a tasty relapses, and how vast silence degated banquet meal today have again, after many centuries, my palabras.Bien tight knots, and ordered me to throw all losbotines the sea, but still did not give you one last kiss.
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With just tocartepurgatorio. When remembering has become a bad habit, marched without any resistance to the overflow of floods, could crush the highest temples with only one step forward, I managed to put those fingers purple candles dim, peroarañaré your breasts but oh good finish, and your call will be as beautiful sinconsuelo as are the lights of a city and outside vistadesde next time. But let pieldel tattooed on signals of a fierce struggle and disappear, estrellafugaz, galleon down, hunted animal, rudeness acclaimed pobladode voices of passion and death pointless.
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If lapolvareda drown I built my own blizzard, if I wash with milengua the lasting wounds of regret, if I de ser apedreado alatravesar el pueblo de un destino de leyes rancias, si he de morir desed sin alcanzar el oasis que mi ánimo presiente tan cerca, si he deperder el juicio y convertirme en la bestia enjaulada, irrisoria, quese exhibe en las plazas, si he de quedarme sin ojos por el ansia dehallar un paraje distinto al de la rendición, si he de desangrarme aoscuras en el día que aún nadie ha visto, sea ahora; ahora queestoy sembrado de emociones perennes y quisiera morir porque he dedar su nuevo fruto; ahora que leí en las vísceras de casi todas lascosas; ahora que heredé la pérdida, el fondo, lo improvisto, y unasgarras más incipientes; ahora, ahora que doy patadas en el vientrede vejeces fatales, ahora que agoto delas myriad possibilities excuses, now that I open my arms to receive reefs arrival of the secret meetings now last vestige
, walkway collapses, now I turn my spirit, chameleon, towards what will be thought, and which decided to give the future as a witness shot of other alliances, to his poignant melody, the eve of ads.
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elnacimiento The name is first. At the mercy of being delivered from your labioscárdenos of sighs, my time is limited to a perpetual entierromientras that I cry that should not stop the fire, arrows quesiempre fall on the same slander, exile in the clear light models wild horses, do not exist . Not yet. Perhaps a recuerdoinhóspito that spread ash and leaves goodbye deavispas combs in the worst nightmares. And I became more cruel thief lossueños.

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mizulo Now I retreat to the flooding and the magic as you leave with a timisma Devoid in the dark and silent ledo brothel, as undies eats only those who believe in him.
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Name me once, tansólo once, to live at last my last
death.

Breasts Pms Vs Preganacy

Fermentation Del Silencio

Yatiemblo Glitter and

am flight of a guitar string underthe
murderer's fingers and I can now imagine your life
. Tomabascopas

absinthe with Poe once lived with Bosch and Mozartpensó
you when he wrote the Lacrimosa
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and I kissed one of his concerts to quedarseciego Sawa
and stroked your face and smiled
and Henry Miller enseñóParís you a drink ;
spirit. Magritte painted deespaldas
you to undress in front of
night to remember your tristezaAlbinoni composed an Adagio
your eyes and your eyes and Camacho won
Pavese and Neruda.
spread the word in an epidemic of confusion barriocomo
spread the word in the neighborhood I'm still alive
deque. London

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First Overshadowing (7 years)

mereclama Today the background is not no, is in need of my naked laintemperie it occupies, which impregnates the long wind of long nails, and ojosque see in the dark green of the rain violins . Estoydispuesto to sink my left hand on the forgotten land paraacariciar Thy lips again, ready to stoning my voice and indomitable decaballo you to hear when you cry, and willing aatravesar the Milky Way in your desert with no more water than your remembering frescade. I lost everything in life goes in mibusca, and because I have the heart to dark, dark, nothing nadiepodría find.

Where Is The Third Relic In The Great Pyramid

Since we never saw from Florence (not to be not a not have been)

(unpublished)

I just left the sun in broad daylight just to see happen. In my soul there is nothing, but now I see. Trip and your laughter will be like the millions of light that opens the spring in their fields and mountains. I'll make a Baroque rum cream corrupt tired of raids, and ice punks, and kiss you 'hungry licking your lips, eating your word, and you, hugged me and made me stop with both hands green butterfly, because she slowly kisses like no other . Maybe we're sky and lake, darkness and rain, cloudy glass .. and if the day comes, do not worry, with no "goodbye" I'm content. Nobody is nobody. and I miss you, I scratch shadows and more shadows to see you ... and do not cry my dream, whispering sweet grapes of sweat in my ear, but I never go crazy for a woman a long time. Dreamy, here we can stop by star's eyes, by way of snow, mind insurgent. I do not care if they understand my language, will be studied, ja '! -Cantemus: "Fuck _, _ jod_ tell them that, tell them to jo_ _ _ a _ pu_ time ..."

music sounds of the night with open doors of his van, and upward arms, and gives palms and tour. now you can sobarle to taste the very same sky .. coming from the tip of the sea wave by wave, the relief requested white wells, and do not dare to take off your shoes .. on your own you, you're tired of make the fool, with one and other, so you walk lonely, not alone, your way. how your words hurt me when shut, and your silence when you cry, I wanted to die crushed by wild horses or tie with gold threads and coserte your pain with a kiss of love inside and throw it in the middle of the quicksand, and drown him on your dying. anyway, and gave me lashes with silence, the good thing is that when we met and we locked eyes! what a coincidence! The duck or look at the sidewalk in front, I do not however, I never long, and they will very sloppy and dull, at school, for them .. Language of Sweeper I happened to "what hunger I have to make love for centuries, my dream. " I am your oasis, you can see me or not. It is now up to you. With second and tell me now, palm, please.

horn is heard, cries, sί has dawned. Bagh! do not worry if they try to make you a hand, separate you, if you laugh, You see, there are many, many, many, many more, and we are few in their wake nosotros.Emily watches made noise and did not stop, and I feel uncomfortable all day on the back of the dragon. revolquémonos in the silks of our skin. yes, yes, the white sheet off the mirror to see me, and if no "Mulzer MESC" it a "divine buna" or "che mei facilitate" and so fucking everyone in his corner, living on nothing, where everything comes. and you remind me so I could not give. {This should have been written within a few years}.

will die together, please do not go to anyone. Go party. On the house. Do not miss Curro funeral.

I say goodbye with kisses crescent to undress slowly Uhhmmm, yes, The league is very thin green, going with the eyes. *.

I say goodbye to you knowing that I'm the one that goes .. .. There will be a swing, and a red bike. remind one not easily forgotten. "Rogue? She feels that every time I talk about the hands, smiles so selfishly and cynically as all notes. - Cut! To mount! Follow tomorrow!

Title: Behave Seristar Violence * Denotes full stop, but it changes the reader.

(Thanks Javier Aguirre)

Musical Friendship Bracelets

Blisters Breathing (Kneeling Impossible)

not ask me anything back suchas born dumb freckled by shooting as many walls as there
shows signs of hell for the back door where they shine
2espejos how bleak echoed in the abandoned well
what devient cup where all the rain would
Queca know what verse is finding the band that mummified his monster
heperdido now that the train he was traveling with his eyes Dulcinea
ash will have to wait 57 ahoraque years on a bag of tears hastaque
dawn tomorrow now that President Bush spent Porla Kunta Kinte radio anthem of Ethiopia
estanoche I seek the solitude life in the ghettos
mumbles the Larra abrigomojado
me feel better I do not seek this nocheenganchada to sleeping pills and glasses colony

Sappho meencontraréis not expected from me a century ago in a Street Dog pensiónde
although my feverish desire pocaspalabras lama in the favelas of Brazil
clockwise is cubriráncomo the lion and the tiger will give birth
other such madrugadasen which the heart never sleeps
sumorada heart chose not
stowaway in every breast from before birth
in black elmercado sold the soul of Pope John Paul II when Franco
doscatecismos of
id id to see but do not pongáislas
glasses nor those of Brecht Joyce never those of Quevedo
porqueentonces will see that smells like shit in every day task gloss
time man should not stop being mono
casinadie already read without a yawn that marriages
mate and schedules and mortgage porconvenios
that slums are the result of very poor delanalfabetismo emporium which seenriquecen
and tie me to the foot of the bed of a Basilisk ycierren after
and throw the door if they want after the seabed lasllaves matarile-rile-rile
if this escierto
that I want to hold you and love you my queen like estuviesesprohibida
if this is true in my breathing
hondaque drives to and returning wave
innocent and if all this are as true as that faith
wets the pantalonesincurables
and if all this
is true or the contrariotambién