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The Revelation

dream life of every persistent illusion
the smell of old knowledge and imposture,
not unreal memories are less certain,
callus adventures left in the fingers and soul.
ocean
The room is filled with absences,
of books which he could not give away and languishing
as tears choked on dust as time
not return.

Each object hides a surprise, land
some hidden pleasure,
the sea life, desert
the anchor chair abandoned.

The ocean room
draining off loneliness by moisture and salt cracks, leaves
imagine an epic, but it is a howl
complainant wolf of the sea.


Image: Room of the ocean, Urban Lugris

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The waters flooded the words, all the promises foundered

and dreamed all the rest is debris.

time did not stop,
only lost their sense
watches and proved useless.

But the flood did not fall from heaven,
vengeful gods were not to blame, the story simply ceased
.

Huyó poetry with poets, clerics
arrodillados Muri, the law is
diluyó.

Lo dejo which was to be without name,
is the existence of other noun solo ojos ojos, no
HUBO view on anything.


Imagen: Urban Lugros

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Mina terra

My land is made of pieces, the voices that murmur
truths
of people fleeing, which distrusts the
not see, and What you see is not spinning.
is a land of legends and songs, Modin
to live, to die with sentidiño,
land battles intestine
facing ruthless to their children.
There is no more God than death,
the rain soak the green pastures
the seller for the cost of supply side and
policeman comes in to patrol.
is the land of corn and marijuana,
lots of water, but even more wine,
takes advantage of the pork and everything
tolear the muzzle.

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The morning sun of a Creator

If only this morning in tuviera huida flavor, if not
repitiese himself paisaje plaza after plaza, if
ensordecieran the fierce shouts of the crowd shouting that passes
¡heresy! by the temples and with life,
this trip would be meaningless without returns.
sense
If love is not devoid arañándote the bowels,
a grain of salt in every wound cystic
that time if you've lived places
gives heroin facial wrinkles and scars on his soul, would answer the questions
absurd .

If they had not encountered my steps in your laughter
and had not broken out in a rhythmic rumble, squeak
a bed and flames.
a groan and clap,
the sun would not be so smart and generous with his rays,
and again I would not feel defeated, but alive.



Image: Morning sun, Edward Hooper

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if suitable place to homelessness

watch her thirsty, brush in hand, ready to squeeze
form,
to absorb the colors and multiply
silk in a steamy orgy.

Each stroke is a content
orgasm white light that pours through your body,
shade prudish on sex desire, background
useless and meaningless. However

I look and look at the canvas
conscious of having failed, no achievement
who, disguised portrait
paint my own desire, ill.



Image: tunique rose. Tamara de Lempicka