Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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I inhale the musty smell illusions
who remained tied to my life
Bocas wounds
-Hands- empty
converted Prison poetry.
I do not know when my eyes dried
(Y knotted tears)
A heavy silence dug into my body
Excluding the pleasure of its corners.
And there
Or maybe I was aged
faded in some places the road
silenced burying kisses
-A love -
anonymous epitaph in oblivion.
Alma Cervantes
Monday, September 13, 2010
How To Customize Fishing Boat
verse of a night of mystery
His hands
draw my shadow and my words
chest soft spring which
sleep theirs.
Do not wake up, there is no urgency:
war not yet begun. ----------------------------
No war is hidden, sir.
They come in all kinds
but the best is one where
flags planted in the grounds so strong and deep
that leave them with the last breath
embraced them. ----------------------------
that my reason is always vulnerable
words and let the past take
point where the moment is not shown
and mystery without witnesses.
----------------------------- Let my reason is
prisoner if that means an eternity chained
the mystery of the moment in which the word becomes
beat.
Let the beat is reflected in the look
and will that reflect the
discover that behind every shadow
just have another heartbeat. -----------------------------
would not you condemn
if I put my reason in chains.
would you most beautiful mystery
and sin would be not committed. -------------------------------
If your sin is my reason
chain and take the green candle
and horse-drawn carriage through the streets that the Arbiter
sizing because you are my heretic. -------------------------------
Perhaps
achieved, sailor dreams
tangled his hands in mine and your kiss
smooth sailing all night until the light
opens my day. ------------------------------
From a talk through messages with a stranger a social network. Public only what I answered in a round trip in a duel of verses ... by Mr. LN 
His hands
draw my shadow and my words
chest soft spring which
sleep theirs.
Do not wake up, there is no urgency:
war not yet begun. ----------------------------
No war is hidden, sir.
They come in all kinds
but the best is one where
flags planted in the grounds so strong and deep
that leave them with the last breath
embraced them. ----------------------------
that my reason is always vulnerable
words and let the past take
point where the moment is not shown
and mystery without witnesses.
----------------------------- Let my reason is
prisoner if that means an eternity chained
the mystery of the moment in which the word becomes
beat.
Let the beat is reflected in the look
and will that reflect the
discover that behind every shadow
just have another heartbeat. -----------------------------
would not you condemn
if I put my reason in chains.
would you most beautiful mystery
and sin would be not committed. -------------------------------
If your sin is my reason
chain and take the green candle
and horse-drawn carriage through the streets that the Arbiter
sizing because you are my heretic. -------------------------------
Perhaps
achieved, sailor dreams
tangled his hands in mine and your kiss
smooth sailing all night until the light
opens my day. ------------------------------
From a talk through messages with a stranger a social network. Public only what I answered in a round trip in a duel of verses ... by Mr. LN
How Much Is My Pram Worth
IPARRAGUIRRE
What bothers him, Iparraguirre? I already forgot about that. And was, as they say young people.
do I still inflaming the already inflamed minutes of my life? You want I explode? He does not realize that I'm trying to live in a flat where everything is flat? And you want to ignite? Want to be a balloon and begins to float?
Please Iparraguirre, leave the fucking man! Why keep looking for the outrage? Why?
Look, I recommend you see a friend of mine. Mr. Andonaegui. I think it's going to find it now. Chat with him. It is a rare, but it is spot on everything. Well, Iparraguirre, you see. 
What bothers him, Iparraguirre? I already forgot about that. And was, as they say young people.
do I still inflaming the already inflamed minutes of my life? You want I explode? He does not realize that I'm trying to live in a flat where everything is flat? And you want to ignite? Want to be a balloon and begins to float?
Please Iparraguirre, leave the fucking man! Why keep looking for the outrage? Why?
Look, I recommend you see a friend of mine. Mr. Andonaegui. I think it's going to find it now. Chat with him. It is a rare, but it is spot on everything. Well, Iparraguirre, you see.
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