Saturday, May 30, 2009

Cleaning The Uterus Lining




Pude buscarte en los símbolos subterráneos
shelled green lines
forgotten moments memories
few shortcuts.


I could see you in the parenthesis of music and song
later stunned
words piled up and a frozen picture.


I could feel the intermittent
reflection of your hands in my life
in the days of poetry and bitters.


I could taste you, magical moment of the faculty must
of light in the mirror image
portrayed in the soul torn.


I could have avoided pain that was screwed into the bowels
and was there waiting to be crowned
and waited there, crying
dry weather in the twilight
unlearned no letters, no symbols, without hands or shoulders
and almost painless.



Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Low Soft Cervix Before Period



The awareness of my survival is so fastidious that every night I wake up to see if I breath ...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Scrubs On Your Iphone

To Andonaegui


Strangely, Ando. Quite have not seen him around here. And that's weird, because you are always here. I'll be in the right place? But if this is your tree. What's Not, Andonaegui? Ever see him again? Will and what happened had to happen? That's what you expected? Will it happen to me what I had to go and I not expected? It is very rare not to see it, I feel a void, I feel as if I had changed the world. I feel leaden feet, everything is slow, everything is foreign.
I leave my letter, which came to tell. I hope to read it. I hope see him again.




The single window opened, it was not Aunt Marucha that was on the floor below. I watched the curtain rolled up by itself. As soon as he stopped at a certain level, to my amazement and feeling of having supernatural powers, went into a divine breeze and the book on the dresser to my right, he barked.

I sprinted to the room my mother, who still slept in his bed. I went downstairs and found Raul on the sidewalk. I told her about the barking. He knew that he had written the book.

No, that was not barking the product of my superpowers. A special bullet, a special ink which activated the sound of barking in contact with air.

Raúl reassured me.

Illustration: Abel Jorge Tagliaferro, arq °