Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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Tours Indigo Waltz

hiding rounds
waltz into a room and I dreamed of roads and
lost
Americas and hookah

but the silent language of love does not know you know
but the look of love speaks for itself you know

imagined that more than Ceiling
born a star for us and it seemed normal

a camper and a boat sailing sake

but the price of this choice we exposed to
vultures but without any defense foundered in search of us so they were

nights and days they were
honey and charcoal and I ran naked
happy to take root and sprout
macramé

and discovered that love is a fabric that as courage d ' heroes
large pores also free to tap the razor


But the eyes of the people had no mercy for us
it was so quiet in this love
and prey of the waves and storm
alas

despised hit derided
yet irresistible for us
condemned insulted spat
yet unquenchable for us for us

eternally eternally eternally we
us.

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love

Before departure

not forget that I have tattooed on those sheets

When you eat strawberries in the absence


already used to wearing clothes left in me and watch the sea


I remember you were
foam as the wave of my tears and kissed the rocks

think of me
bursting with dreams of your shoulder blades

After departure

find out what I wrote to the left of the moon
paint
known to rock on a stone when you

Review my eyes
scagliala strongly
because as a melody comes to me and beating on his chest


you cry
's Love is a chimera
foliage and as wind takes me from you and ride the first

sun shine on us
freedom and the color of an indigo

love that song of wonder sublime

Monday, July 26, 2010

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The tomato salad

I cooked salad of tomatoes
perhaps my mother ever taught me how to do it but
remember watching her hands
and so I learned.
seemed to me that did all the
hands my mother could use it as a knife would certainly

sliced \u200b\u200btomatoes and onions
then no, not too big but recognizable

so no one is forced to eat it.
She liked it the taste of eating
and now that I have to prepare
share his tastes in the distance.
I understand, that started to love

to taste each ingredient from the hands
then caress these tomatoes with oil and
feel the heat in the heart and mixing
oregano

breath the smell of the kitchen of my mother's kitchen.
I will miss his deep knowledge of food
naive little things one day
I know, I will miss.
But in my hands I will always have the taste of his fingers.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

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Consent of the Moon

If I had fingers, the moon and could
your dress fixity of his eyes so that taste would contemplate

would, at this hour suspended
an embrace in the cold I do not fill satisfied.
back to you, faithful friend, also tonight

still be slaves of your motions
worn under your white light
our bodies, which
exhausted from the heat of endless hours of love
have halted but never subside
fall asleep, only waking up to a blinding sun
giungessimo to you, Moon, now. He never lowered
the tide from when I met
hit, crashed
with broken vertebrae

veins cut the skin flayed, burned, burned alive

I have not attempted escape.
I entrust my secret Luna
the rain will not stop wetting
and winter will find us again, like bare skin.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

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Longing to empty this unbridgeable Pathos
momentum tends to infinity.
indissoluble Eros
creator of images, saving and damned
instills nectar and ambrosia over her temples. Plasma
in my eyes, son of Iris, three women, and make one
Empress of the center. Oh
nudity returning to the absence of Selene
as Amazon
haunted me Oh hands of Artemis, voluptuous falls in the forest
Oh skin of Proserpine, steaming cliffs of volcanic islands.
Nostalgia is renewed, dreaming Latin lands
that feeds this lack of desire.

Monday, July 12, 2010

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Stunned

Dizziness flayed skin
abandoned me, stunned me in solitary shores
nails break your collarbone
bark split crying oceans
honey I burn the meat under
hatchet insane belly punching
I want sand in the eyes
plugs
strings in the throat at the foot

breath new life and even yelling is hard on your hands.
The weakness of the limbs is a mystery of the heart.

Carla

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

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As rootless
sink in unfamiliar terrain, icy
How strongly fertilized shrubs dryly
limbs turned by the wind and sand
Afa
hit the branches but the leaves have an insatiable thirst
snow that burns only fruit premature.

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entered without speaking, without a whisper

centered in the stomach without touching, without a bite.
stolen without permission
spotted in the throat
dirty meat of another embrace.
sacred demon, vampire striding
rocked gently from your fingers gently
raped by your teeth.
Cut and sew other eyes, other hands
lick this blood in order to make wonders.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

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Waterless No


there is no habit of tormenting silence that leaves you just can not remember
you've never seen slipping.
steps that you walk when you were a foreigner?
what flowers you took before he got the last winter?
waves and sunsets I do not cherish the peace
ravening sobs that you can not hear
yield a phobia of
and tears drip through the waves while you look
trickles away.
die of thirst
severed as breath caresses.