Ideas How To Jack Off

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

Famosas Mexiconas Follando

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