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
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