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Flying Serpent In My Desvelos

(Guardian of foams)

love to the sea the river is snake heaven
reflected on their scales ,
by bridges
long complaint about not finding more of the world of feelings.

The sea is thought in the thirst of your tooth,
my life resembles his course, swimming
because his being of himself looking away
finally encouraged him to flee. Towards the moon

have to fly over it,
blue snake with a thousand eyes that loves the bottom
in his dreams night calm.

Until then observe a star, I watch for if you fly
every hour so you do not miss
Bilbao which is its soul.

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In The 7 th Heaven

(Polyphonic Natura)
A
Constance

not find the hand that I write. Will be saying farewell to the winter with his hat that hides a given dwelling, sealing a deal with the time with a handshake or caressing of your body since yesterday. Behind the words there cloches, and within children playing hide and seek. They mean nothing. Smugglers hide in secrecy as Dreams and Magic. Play dress up when it cries pierced the cloud by the sword of the sun to light a cigarette, or forbid you run out and my shadow behind me, to play the yellow and green marbles and catch butterflies in a jar so over placebo as the Sagrada Familia, Miró, Dalí, Malevich , or orgasm. Maybe
doing finger and stopped a van full of fireflies and cicadas landing exchanging kisses by applause in the slums of seals on a ball that ran away from home, always attentive to the traffic lights in amber, but with what voluptuousness burn your hair, and those lips like yours sweet grapes, plump as a sip of light, unforgettable Like a glass of wine under the stars that pulsate against a black sea accordion spring night. Perhaps with his fist raised in a general strike for the rights of wheelchairs, or with the peace sign in front of military barracks of boredom empty chair. Anyone knows, is an expert in capturing shooting stars and the same would have been arrested and are clocking their fingerprints. What will become of me! Not return to an alliance, or zero rapen me ..
was born on the door has been touched. To look back is to leave a snitch. Always write a sentence crossed out at the time. Nobody knew what it was. He would hang himself, but then for a little while would the owner, and he did not bear. No, no ..
The Silence of the residence is impossible defiled by the God who never lets you talk, so big and strong you are. How I love you! But how! You are more of us. Diminishes us, return the child to viudeces, uterus, not wedding, the circle that is everything.
When you look at the situation of moving around the corner from the left or right, you've noticed, you choose the former, which makes you feel strangely left-handed, if you get to something. By the way, what is to come? Would Ya?

Because I have 30 odd years and more, and I got in your eyes and lips and blood fall, breasts and hands, soles and tximbos; your belly and thighs moon rose and streams, your legs and feet, clouds without a homeland. This is just one more paragraph, it hurts it hurts in your ceiling that never sleeps and dreams of all forms in your work.
They say no, no, no, and not, period
the last word, whatever, to stop writing, to make love with the blade, which fornicate like animals, be myself. Do not say anything, do not understand. And if they succeeded and there is not a pot of December in the amount of mirrors, or areas that do not stop rolling in the air, or migratory birds that warn us that we are what we are, that we step like them.

Beloved be the Alphabet, it is, and everyone. Dreams are loved, they are. Beloved are the tears of victory are. Beloved secrets, confidences, Beloved. Beloved are the lovers, are provided. And these words are Amadas Clerk, to my regret, that not have all the time, for what dictates Laicono, Soul. Boarding


-G19

(Thanks to Mike Varas)

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Enaltación toward your Candles (Monologue Interrupted)

(My Amatxis)

Today I want to mourn and LOSEP all. That under my feet

travelers passing clouds, I have in my eyes two red moons,
two, and that spring floresmilenarias through my tongue latitudes. Give

unatarde of showers for my shoulders accustomed

elaliento that I die in a wooden case. And do not olvidesde
me, and my shadow is cast on

lágrimasde yours with candles that lit the corners of divine
beds. Tudu Dreamer, you sleep, that someday
balbucearásmi cradled in magic name for your
lips without origin, delivered portus lips, your lips
alo able to say goodbye to me has died. And how well my ink sinks sintimones
in this sea so deep. Only one of tusyemas
with envy at the Venus
cave of Apollo, while my voice is lost in the summer of your hair
constant, but converted back noquiere
stars Aztecs. Sonta beautiful pyramids
your elbows ... all the alphabet lasletras
secret I mean, whispers Volandes up to kiss them
difuntas.Así tabs, love of my centuries, thus baptize by siemprecon
sap your inner word. Today

sometimes afraid your game inthe train heading to the Northwest

my forgetfulness, but my kiss of syllables insomniacs rooted in your bocamilagrosa
awaits you in your mouth miraculous
pielcariñosa'll find in your pillow, you
dawns on the mirror of another day.
From
Poloniasonámbula the first time I saw you, I Tellam. And come, come to the fire of my soul
DeSUS not consumed vines are bare and your
first word, you take the throne passionate vein of my left hand
, you venfelina to scratch my solitude of
Polyphemus, you see aarropar Well my childhood with poppies
Holland, morirmecon see your love life, are guarded by océanoscelestes
, come with closed eyes to find my corazónque
beats the shadows, the shadows,
and now ...

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Pasional Bilbao

could kill you. Salesy know what time you when you return to your home each día.Descubro feigned relief perfume essence the sign of thy bowels in cualquierotro memory. If you look in the eyes, if I were to read the lips, it would sound with the sculpture of my intention seríanecesaria not even last the dawn sky in front of unotoño delirium. I could kill you. Whisper your soul in the middle of the street and head alvolver ordered my voice, you see only black niñasdesnudas burying her dolls. I could kill you. Each nochete lick your mouth while you sleep, you do not know, and tuvientre left on a lit purple candle to be consumed before dawn deque before, because it is unfathomable and pure alviento belongs. Matarte.Hacer could slip poisoned by my silence, a tear of old to the vicious circle of your glass bleeds prohibited, perhaps as the best evidence that delatemi presence and shadow weapons sinraíces an unruly country. I could kill you. Sigh await the final lospuentes scorch every dungeon in this language and finally to gemirteal ear while you sleep, darkly beautiful, you do not know, Lamus inviolable the resurgence of the best of sins. Podríamatarte. I hate to say how much I love you old lover, mientrassueñas cry and triumph in the palaces taken so that it jamástengas memory to remember only waking pájarosde bones flying about your childhood, so that seems not hasvivido. could kill you. stoned while you sleep and laspuertas window in your bedroom and throw snakes at the foot of your bed a place beforethe last brick of gold and listen later, sinolvido, behind the walls, each of your words on waking Aviv as the fire in cathedrals of the sky, blinded debarrios low heels, more helpless to scream delabandono.Podría