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Three Trails

There was a time when nothing seemed

that we would win. We resisted

flu

boring classes,

A wise and broken shoes.

unknowingly share the same hunger, the same dream, that childhood

austere and sacred love for what little joy in the shooting of a tequila

the music of the Ramones and

films of Cantinflas,

We

vague and friendly,

indignant we seeing rain,

indignant we know that life someday

would move to Mars.

hand

Following

traveling a stranger would feed us,

live on the line where the smile and the drama

our philosophy would be made up in bed,

the secret formula for failure row:

or lose it all or you do not lose to anyone.

/ / therefore no right

We declare a general strike

Sports

and indignation. We declare ourselves free

divinity,

and exhausted by nature waive

to forget and work for nothing.

There was also a time when we wanted to invent

global glue the broken hearts,

but we left a bitter tears

everywhere.

imagine:

all flooded up to the neck, crying photos

ink

paint the walls crying, screaming

clothes dirt and fatigue. We did

mojitos with tears

and drunken we sat at

sighed at not being able to scream.

Then

All dead

passion and with the charred bones, the wind

purged us taking us to

other Sures,

and asleep in the shade of a clump of pulled

lulo on each other,

eyes swollen, went silent until

be forgotten, leaving the pulp

and life experiences.

Edison Díaz

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The Fog

Caen

black waters 70 meters below.

arises from his being a melody

that disturbs, the result of vindictive

shock on the stone.

life springs from his

smell of shit of a thousand human

and one of its sides,

assists the desperate.

Drag

itself

sense of the word doom.

Although metaphorically

and licenses that give

letters:

is symbol of overcoming, as its waters

fall further with the same bravery

apocalyptic past.

will live with the tenacious

malgeniado

of a god, and I continued

the request is time for flood

lifting arms, droughts

moral living to their sides .

Edison Díaz

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Tequendama hop underground

Walker

Fog Fog

cold the nights that you bring

day dawns

perfect Fog

wild

That's my life,

A vast labyrinth has not found the exit door.

Tiéndeme your hand

please give me a piece of your heart

Sowing a seed in my chest burning,

Although punish me with indifferent eyes And that whip

tainted in its grip has already

my name marked.

Alejo

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could live with half of what I have and still

I would be superfluous than necessary.

could eat without seasoning, set aside

fats, carbohydrates and

the programs that talk about the universe.

I can give visual stimuli,

stop watching the clouds, forever

close the curtains.

not return to play a grass clippings,

and sleep only two hours a day.

not return to the doctor,

not return home,

and burn any flag

not justify my memory.

Leave at the time the afternoon,

and everything will go marching slowly

until the latter is a dry sound of silence

door or striking against the walls.

indicate a final sigh from the bottom

to all:

/ least one storm,

storm bittersweet return

storm moves and kills

curfew all

feeling to return in last

the same dead empty,

a cold sidewalk slabs

always waited for me /

Edison Díaz