Sometimes, I forget the middle of the street. Not appear, your shadow were devoured. Walls crumble, and reflected back into the eyes of others. I breathe, I still remember how to blink. Ando with absences. I smile again. Beginning to weave dreams for you.
Then, the sky clouds over, I feel your hands, here, there. Not you, it is rain. You look so much like her. Cover my body with drops and caresses.
Later, the night fills the world. I feel your legs, here, there. Not you, are the sheets. You are so like them. Hug my body to listen to my breath.
Sometimes, I remember in the middle of the street. You appear. Levanto walls. Do not breathe, forget how to blink. Absences leave. Wailing again. Beginning to break dreams.
Then, later, nothing happens.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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The fairies are bright, but not very smart. They always forget to see a reflection or a shadow. Never miss. Live unwittingly in captivity. Slaves of goblins and writers. The brave out into the world to be killed. Birds eat them, the men step on ants and push the puddles. The sigh of a cat is deadly for them.
The sky darkened. Hundreds of eagles brought the gray clouds of forests and seas. I knew it would rain. I told them not to leave, but they would not listen, they never do. Tonight, dead fairy in my garden.
Fairytales live in my garden. Dead, drowned.
The sky darkened. Hundreds of eagles brought the gray clouds of forests and seas. I knew it would rain. I told them not to leave, but they would not listen, they never do. Tonight, dead fairy in my garden.
Fairytales live in my garden. Dead, drowned.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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Ana looked coals during the cold mourning, bloated, wheezing, unfair. Licked miles, mountains nurtured. Agouti. Smelled havens, burned retinas. Wild touch. Smeared steam whiskey. Xerostomia. And sailed.
Friday, July 2, 2010
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The blind man decided to live in darkness and in the mirror without reflection. Travel with an umbrella in her right hand and a hat. The umbrella cast a shadow over his entire body and his hat full of darkness into his eyelids. Nobody knows the color of his eyes, he forgot. Your home is the cave without roots, the roof errant animal cares and loves shooting.
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