Erotica, every word that reveals the Proximity fire almost that I can not shut up and go with me leaving a trail, a path of lights to be achieved, every unspoken word, ending in his silence, he just senses and lips are not the fruit matures, its bagasse of both brill in the closed and secret places.
Sensuality, and go warm liquid oozing as it hides every wrinkle and spiral takes the shadow of the persecuting hand ... the words, to be postponed so heavy, they still, becoming a palimpsest, the guy object of desire.
Sensuality ... letting everything is pursued to achieve, when the peripheries are hungry biting the mountains, Arun foothills and auscultantes hands, trembling and feverish triumph unknowingly
nothing so much sense for your search
transcend this gap,
imagine loneliness,
in fast gear,
your molding unused.
I think we travel toward sex, location and rooms of all prelude, obscuring all desire, in a beautiful death gradually become invisible, of course, bodies. And of course, the fight and its well-known metaphor of dialogue, naked.
fleshy bodies unusual, due at par, nature murdered.
(cabuyas collect their networks, such as a fisherman's net that morning, no fish collected in silence the tangle, phosphorescent scales in the dark mirror of the clear river)
"This silence, born, died and reborn without blemish, a death that was not known "
Such disuse, untimely, and orgasm, of course, I think I would like to appear with you, your name burnished on the walls in these areas that are clearly in any light that can not distinguish dream, a distant fire, the flashing of a blind watermark, a cave drawing, and let tender tracks and some blood mixed with rain, be drawn, colloidal, coagulants, taking the secret to the rock, to swallow the mountain, shouting taxed barbarians from afar, that artificial lights viewed from any window, and such a cry, confuse the cawing of a bird that breaks the dawn, in a simultaneous act The act brought to fruition, the things said and the others also .
