Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Itchy Meningitis Rash

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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