Saturday, September 12, 2009

Dancing Raisins Science Project Hypothesis




was like a woman
-unreachable-
my flower Isolated.

I wanted to give the joy
of
freesias and ferns

And in the middle of the commotion
left her sleek and straight.

Morning
and slept
party I went to visit
and found her lifeless.

I looked and saw that at its height
carrying a treasure
bubble
own could not, it Isolated
share.

then very carefully took
scissors and started height
the rest.

The party returned to
night
perfumes and colors.

Isolated in the middle
silent
and watched day after day
parties
sleeping nights
and waking.

So time went
the commotion dies down
the bright colors no longer
water seeping
and there was one,

in my flower vase, Isolated.

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.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

How To Treat Ptosis Naturally

The cultivator


All
began in 2001. Remember you that Mr. Slim, who devoured watermelons?

Yes I remember.

Well, this man was the one who got me started on this "need." Just thinking about it now makes me shudder.

And what was this "need"? eating watermelon?

ha! do not laugh at me, do me a favor Andonaegui.

not laugh at you, just ask to clarify the situation that gives you chills now just thinking about it.

This guy, the watermelon-eating, the deer and the snow was a bad guy.

died?

No.

You still see devour watermelons?

Yes

view It hurts, it hurts to think .... can make you somehow?

No.

For?

Because I think I ate me too.

Come on, do not be ridiculous! Enterito I look good without any bite or scar.

are not. Are inside. Not that is within the scar or bite, no sir! If only it were that! Are your teeth, eternal teeth, yellowish, smelly, dirty, those inside and I keep biting. Every so often the crunch crunch .... sorry! is a horrible sound, like a strong ringing in the ears, as a vibration that shakes my brain ... and I come from the eyes, the seeds of watermelons out of my eyes and covered flood and leave me, all black, choke me! And I just want to disappear, I want bury once and for all, I sink, so it's all over, those teeth ....

He tried to go to a specialist such as a cultivator of yellow teeth?

You know one that I can recommend?

Yes .. there is a gentleman who usually come by here every day. I know he could remove a few teeth smell of some people.

And well they now?

Yes

Who is this man?

not know his name. But come here every day to evening. Will find it. And if you do not see, do not worry. Do not get wrong. Just wait here, and if you are too full of seeds, shake a little. Thus, the cultivator can see .

Andonaegui not. Not if I can shake the seeds. Sometimes I get so clogged, so heavy!

Make an effort. A stroke, even let them see your hand. That will suffice. The cultivator's holding and will do the rest. Trust me, it's just a matter of a stroke, a small jolt. And he will encounter.


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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Does The Curves Program Work

Already (again)


A couple of words-a word.
A point well put.
A blank line
and you're done!

Already
.
You're back.

Two or three hours,
four? or were five?
you expect
longed led me along the way!


should be
never lost you and if you ever found
not what page was

It must have been the words
or blanks
points, commas
what is not ever told so my chest

sensed what brought you back today and filling
cold tonight
your hidden image.









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