Tila Tequila's Belly Ring

Day Where are you? Persistent Painless

Where have you drawn this time? On what breast
reflex

now your soul,

your infinite love, your flesh torn

?

Do

've already found a warm hollow where shelter

unwoven

beat your strange plot?

How

qué lugar se juntan

dos

y se transforman en uno?

¿Cuál es la palabra que acurruca

a una soledad y su sombra?

¿Será que pasó el tiempo

y de tu mano ya no me llegarán

el calor ni la mirada ilusionada?

Rey de las imágenes

atormentadas

¿en qué cielo brillan hoy

tus pócimas encantadas?

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.

Low Soft Cervix Before Period

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

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 °