desert
rare forms at the conclusion of the facts
persist on the same line dissolved
recesses of my thousand
fact this time I'm spending the
humble to tell the story better that excludes you from the breath
volatile and open to the pinewoods
and I can kid yourself that if you do not foreclose
be the Virgin Mary in a ditch
dissolution of the skull that I keep my fingers
a hole stars between the temples and olive trees
talk and then laugh and then you'll be glad
of that old story where I lie, Apollo
was not enough he has his eyes
cables and outlets were inert
helpless - now what?
probably never speak with the same distance
the willow branch from the ground by gravity and inertia
the wind at the same time of the collapse of
dismay - that I barely hear you ...
mucosa that stride
on the premise that divine blood in the head with a laugh
return
to be in the exact same thing the exact same pose
forget that tomorrow
rises and crack
indiscipline
crack
creams and even the benches of the station one evening
- At the time that you tell me who it was ... now I can not
now - the exact line of the back, loin
lobe and I do not think
