Thursday, September 3, 2009

Frozen Margarita In A Bucket

RIGHT SIDE


The pain was dry, heavy, like a falling-round hole-in a dream.
Waiting / NZA of calm, drowsiness, peaceful and soothing silence is welcome. Walk, investigates and crosses his eyes with six eyes. Conversa and evaluation. Remove load and reaches conclusions. And decide. But he prefers to wait, look more even, determine / be.
"There are clothes to prove yet," and turns his eye to the voices, a woman and two children.
"We have breakfast. Invoices and cafe con leche" It's half past four, mom and daughter can not sleep.
Waiting / NZA follows closely to the voices. And still is / was.
Walk the patio, fresh with new white flowers. The young shadow of a dreamlike vine is both talking and remembering old times. Old times and new white flowers.
"No more poetry?", A question is framed in a graying mustache parentheses.
"No more time," said forward / NZA.

And sleep. The hole is heavy.
pain, dry.

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