Everything in its place, he thought
head Think thought it was twice the space and time where
Suddenly, I could not see ya silhouette female on the bed
Neither ragged
rain on the window wall were ripping apart every corner throwing
Such a silence that seemed to never dawn, the silhouette became a concrete fact and made love
Doubts about the
time usual cigarette, and thought, "write and read all night like a machine"
It was becoming exhausted and appeared
white insects bite him, poked him, were the word "worms" in the head and felt
their bowels like a mess of cleaning without danger or disease carnal
hallucinations were, the windows shook with the gusts Wind
A thin light filtered through the door below, inhabiting all
Naked, no problem, wrote a poem and machinery
soul was filled with felt hot, naked ... and outside the building to resist storms
time usual cigarette, and thought, "write and read all night like a machine"
It was becoming exhausted and appeared
white insects bite him, poked him, were the word "worms" in the head and felt
their bowels like a mess of cleaning without danger or disease carnal
hallucinations were, the windows shook with the gusts Wind
A thin light filtered through the door below, inhabiting all
Naked, no problem, wrote a poem and machinery
soul was filled with felt hot, naked ... and outside the building to resist storms
A syntax took over the room and ripped pieces back wall without cracks
"that involuntary memory, the pallor and I remembered seeing you and the light of day and you ... alone in the night where I want the memory"
1. Automatic poetry
2. Things unspoken
3. Knowing a weapon that looks like a
4. Learning to love
5. Let us dwell all
6. Have strong arms and break inside
Everything abandoned, with no place to think about it, pregnant prose
empty skies, ceilings, spotless skies
The cheapest hotel room of a capital
unknown otherness always find , slide toward the center touch
In itself, cannibalism unknown, nonexistent violence that we have and your head in peace is pure ideas.
"that involuntary memory, the pallor and I remembered seeing you and the light of day and you ... alone in the night where I want the memory"
1. Automatic poetry
2. Things unspoken
3. Knowing a weapon that looks like a
4. Learning to love
5. Let us dwell all
6. Have strong arms and break inside
Everything abandoned, with no place to think about it, pregnant prose
empty skies, ceilings, spotless skies
The cheapest hotel room of a capital
unknown otherness always find , slide toward the center touch
In itself, cannibalism unknown, nonexistent violence that we have and your head in peace is pure ideas.
Andrés Cuervo
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