flesh and blood Firulete
kiss the sky is not looking at the neck of the landscape,
tip of the tongue that touches everything in bed,
whose bullet train destination is the navel of the earth ...
That you
a moment made of stone that falls well before horizon
nothing is written on the envelope,
are not poetry, sheet
fall and trampled by the shadows, echoes
eyes, not looks, whispering
hungry snake lying
on the back of the voice of the people.
While oil spills in the tanks
your fall is accentuated in the fictional Edens
and internal bleeding occurs
flowers that look frightened
and give us your perfume last as a silent testament, made
air
noses potters aimed at comfort and agony,
populated Chinese shadow made in Bolivia.
many feet in height required to be alone,
to let the skyscrapers wrapped up with a drop of semen,
am sure that you fear the shield of silence that comes after the scream, scream
just because
as your given number feature.
Dadaist at the elbows that break the ridge of wind,
mirror show me your palate,
broken mirror and both show the sole language of the devil
treasure hidden in the corridors of no dialogue.
jail I see your tarot cards, I chains, and see
tied to not know how many horsepower,
drinking in the barn swallowed saliva in your childhood
are the remains of the waves of the Atlantic,
Titanic silent cancer that looks at my side without a message,
without saying the name of the ship is inside the bottle gin. Irony
you left it on the news
by suicide tirándote the ways of the underground,
and finally meat you were ashes in the ashtray
sofa arm so either someone like you,
to hand out the window to see if it rains
and carry umbrellas or not its horizontal life of six letters. Your tab
fall without a parachute from the ledge of your eyes
and you know that at bottom all that glitters is not glitter,
not all are lions roaring
defeated kings of the jungle
reproach that dream at night that are thrown upside down on a zebra.
're getting ready from the plane paper for the big jump and you
crosses as if God really existed,
and finally you coin thrown from the height of someone.
Lazarus, arise and die a whore once and for all ...
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