BOOK OF POEMS

XXL/LXX

A. J. ABERATS
Industrias El Ratn

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INDEX

Poem I Word of poem or poem of word II . Hagar Qim at the full Moon III Anathema to the Metric (Opus Corpus n1) IV Anathema to the Metric (Opus Corpus n 1 bis.) V The babys Nana VI There I found and did mine VII Only Ploff VIII Saturated Alcohols IX . Because not knowing Algebra I was at the door X . The statue of the Almudena XI Auld mug of verses XII Valdesimonte ergo Castile XIII ... Moratalaz XIV ... Fields to the layer XV . The tird-rate coffee of Moorish Queen XVI Gazelle jump XVII ... Internal Geographies XVIII . Cross travel XIX .. 21 st century XX ... As well I am Now! XXI ... Crossroads III XXII .. Madam Storm XXIII . Fishing back and forth XXIV Easter in Montera street XXV Question of letters XXVI Wilderness vergel beautiful twice XXVII .. Yaki XXVIII . Brackish roots
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 XXIX Summer XXX . To arpeggio imposible archaeologies? XXXI Sieving stridency XXXII .. For you XXXIII . Less when you are in Mexico XXXIV .. Small drop of seawater XXXV Astral travel XXXVI . Calibrations in R XXXVII Moon and alley XXXVIII .. What is poetry? IXL .. Cliff XL 7 x 4 XLI Here same XLII Confesed Assessin XLIII .. The stone of Yorik XLIV We play? XLV .. Delicatessen XLVI . My old man XLVII The mantra of the Crooked XLVIII To the fruit of the desir XLIX .. Metropolitan intimacies L On a daily basis LI ... Uncertainty LII . The imposible sadness LIII Souls of Vampir LIV Poets encounder inside a subway car at 7 in the morning LV .. Lost and cooler LVI No title LVII .. Josetxu eta Maribel LVIII Maribel and Josechu LIX Permutations and vigil LX . Ramn LXI Is (meta) LXII .. STILL LIFE LXIII . Susana LXIV . Health diminished and spandrel
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LXV .. What me separates you? LXVI . To Javi Snchez Elgueta LXVII The Liquidators LXVIII .. Haiku 36525 LXIX . First loves LXX .. The End

Word of poem or poem of word

Synaesthesia

Hagar Qim at the full Moon

Bones. Tasteless, dull. Dry. Clean of dust and straw. Robust. Erect. Eternally modern.

Anathema to the Metric (Opus Corpus n1)

Donkey trickle blood, humour of armpits and crotch that it does not serve league. I was not educated for that. Feral grew into Chaos of a small Universe. Without understanding orders, with instincts that comply with. And I opposed God, clear. To face him shout one morning, while he is shaving, which does not. Never again. And tempted me, yes. He sent me to the Devil with a proposal which could not reject. The gift of eloquence. He offered rhyme in 1000 languages with metric clock. And no, thanks. Ez, eskerrik asko.

Anathema to the Metric (Opus Corpus n 1 bis. variant without chalaparta-)

Bound spirits Exile to the underwear. Hang the free depths. To drive away the nebrijas. Exude blood of donkey. Vomit without league. To fire sanity. We do poetry, brothers Do! And after pulling the chain, wash our hands.

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The babys Nana

I have a mouse. Stretchy, playful. A playful girl. Mi mouse is a woman. The largest to be able or might be. My mouse sleeps. Ssssss Mi mouse is asleep. Ssssss Mi mouse is in the nest. Sssssss Sleep at a stretch, mouse.

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There I found and did mine.

My poetry is mine. She is fragile, brittle, flicke how lump of dissolved air in the cerebellum. She lives just a moment. She can hide in an old photo, or in the smile of a miner 700 metres underground. Where I hope less so, she looked the match. I remember a may when I stumbled across her during the decline in the threshing floor. Came to be seen heralding downpour, flooding the field of fresh air, curdling the celestial Pentagram with eighth notes in aerobatic flight. And the breviary of the sunset. There I found and did mine. Although I know that will never be anyone's.

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Only Ploff

I know sounds like how a body falling from the sky. And describe it could, but I dont Damn sant Stumble for lose the tongue in the example. This would sound say no teeth, without temple, without femur that also. So lost of the equidistant itself, which I sum up seeing a sparrow drink. Two flapping. A warble and half verse. I cheep at the same time with him. And look at me. And I cage him the crushing with posthumous nod. Who was outside source sparrow! Who ran the air again! Who saw from other eyes for an instant! Who has not fallen once from the sky?

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Saturated Alcohols

I make drunk from Moon to Moon. And from full Moon I speek. 100 moons for Solstice metabolizing unfinished. I decant miltons, rimbauds and boudelaires, and of course bulk strong glories. And a little bit of pepe iron with two ice of byron. Now, 50 years later, hungover and cirrhosisth the soul of cornered delirium, I wonder if it would not have been better Blessed the God of the referment!! to have dedicated this time to sober prose. And not. Definitely not. Waiter Please, get another of lorca in long tube.

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Because not knowing Algebra I was at the door.1

N. A. Poem composed by title and note. 15

The statue of the Almudena

From your mouth to my mouth sweet the dribble than leave the kiss. Blessed your mountain skin, your hair of black gold, the birth of your back. Dies you with me again, even if it is sleeping, than Cold, at dawn, entering among the foliage, take me coiled at the foot of the columbarium. Here find me the Sweeper, crying your serene state uncertain. A start, nor a bad snoring, reveals the plot of your dream.

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Auld mug of verses

The rowdy hairs of poplar Eyes after sailing The rooster for gaius to cricket The scratch with caution ------------------------- Twinning with a million and a half Fresh air on the route Stars that no longer exist Spa for the pupils ------------------------- Devotions that make callus Kids in the udder Umbrellas of scourge The very raw kisses ------------------------ The White widow of my neighbour Free of the PPV films The string greased mode Endless spiral notebooks ------------------------ The faithful diluted in the Verb A discreet bank in the mountain The firmness of a limpet Sand river in the pockets ------------------------ Slurp the fleshy fruit Enjoy the nude beach Green tea with Mint Lie where says the moon ------------------------- lashes of a line

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Valdesimonte ergo Castile

Castile, swell, violent until your dust. Children of granite, sandstone, gypsum crumble if not it setting with wine. Water only in the eyes. Castile of wolves, of the vulture along, the rammed earth demanding beam, the humiliated sunflower. Castile seeding dry lumps. Infinite in all directions, spotted with green pines. . What hide, Castile? What you hidden to go crazy?

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Moratalaz

At times, there is silence. A door, a cough, a kiss, a farewell to mezza voce. Two wheels and an engine. They come, they move away. London, LaValleta or New York.

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Fields to the layer

I can not complain of how the farm. If anything, by purging delights singing, commenting, to nutshell, which exacerbates when support hangs without warning. I am afraid, I tremble to think my plants without its laborer. Binary, if it isn't, who monitored the patch, drip, always bugs and new. I miss the days of the onager braying and their response to the echo. The friction of the water which escapes the trap, of sweat under the beret the enjoyment of pipe with botijo and in the shade. What times those of go barefoot to the vineyard! The song of the brahamn be not prohibited. Ah! If you return. Ouch! If they return, there is no span without green in the cornices.

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The third-rate coffee of Moorish Queen

This desktop falls severe. Gypsy, give me fire!... They come together at the foot of pot shadows around harmful beast. Thank you, beautiful I said ran the stem trips, red spiders, white mosques with syrupy eyes, they flutter pranced butterflies. Tomorrow the good fortune, yes What is the war, you focused to the enemy. Before me I have my own, astounding me its whooping beauty. Dont speak alone, brunette, is battle And opponents would be, if not to have in the embrasure syringe to circulate the same fertilizer than perfidious poison to fight until the lice. Here I stay, of course Enjoying ephemeral victory, solstices intermission, the antibiotic prayer, pyrrhic encyclical that neglects their... Goodbye, beautiful Queen Moorish

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Gazelle jump

Jump Gazelle the wall of my garden, gives you comfort in the fresh shady because the time its come. Hold on me naked. Not seen fur, I prefer you toasted pool and picnic area, with slides by eyelashes and lip lit a "I love you". Last two lives those kisses.

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Internal Geographies

For one rainy day of emotions what sadness painting with letters. The light? The fleeting fertile plaint? The soul among wheats? The air to Maria matins? Complicated to realize an eternal second thing.

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Cross travel

Friend to entertain the path I have swallowed a thousand stories. And which worse. Not one good. Well, not one no. Some hooked and almost slip. They are interesting if the sparring is rhapsode. But if he talk about ogres, bad rolls with forest rangers who have nose how Pinocchio To go nuts! It is then when I disconnect and I am still enjoying the single trip. The window offers curd Castile of greens hiding its red.

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21 St century Madrid

Pitchering spring against the glass down to the pit of the Tajo. Disputed pastures valley, universal villainy nursery, nipplery the architect Court, Madrid shine least until Despeaperros.

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As well I am... Now! (and there are 13 minutes for 4: 00 AM)

Political atheist and religious anarchist. Carpetovetnic. Or better, vetocarpetanic at the schemed heart. RH - pumping, pumping Septimana gemia. To groso way that is the continent. The content, I notice, is polidivergent. And not make cryptogram, because that leave they air me the spark. But Where? Ay, Mouse! Give me site between your boobs than I go. Not grasp me the oclock with the underpants uploaded.

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Crossroads III

Four paths, four roads, four tracks and four directions. And a only one future with lair to the fractality. Rest in the rock. The cowbells moo, the village lament and a pheasant cross-eyed. The Moon arch the eyebrow and I look me hands. There is no stripe on them. Just I have must carving me the way when I wake up.

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Madam Storm

From away warns it is angry. And we all know it. The Palm tree. The gull. The broken wheel of the ferris wheel. All of them. The air sings the new crossing with aloe vera. Today not, today there Levant wind! Or West wind. Bad slobber walks the Lady and plays to containment. Confine crabs and bathers Fish frigthen! It is Elements time. Thing to see, but not lend instant.

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Fishing back and forth

Chump chump Called to mass the Madam chump chump The chield of missal salty, bubbles pias, white for Holy Communion, chump chump the child who listens learns to swim. chump chump Elliptical white spinning, dry scent of blackness, Cerro Negro and black, chump chump black blackness, chump chump chump chump crude black sings the sea. chump chump Here I am and here I will be. chump chump Dont forget me. chump chump

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Come.

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Easter in Montera street

To the fallen flower, to the petal that resists. Tear you fertilize paver, you do not surrender. You have business in the hands of saints, and bundles to the litter you have. And what smell of broken field!

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Question of letters

Peace. Dream. Stay and be. The night itching. Thats the question. The reason for the sweet dark echo. ./..//../ Peace. Dream. Stay and be. The night itching. Thats the question. The reason for the sweet dark ego. ./..//.././ Peace Dream. Stay and be. The right itching. Thats the question. The reason for the sweet dark eco. ./..//.././ Peace. Dream. Stay and b.

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Wilderness vergel beautiful twice

Heaven below, sea out, to the wasteland desert are you tomb ear to listen to. Even if it is an inner voice. Yes, my love. Approaches and tends eye. Dont be afraid of scorpions, it overlooks soft spiders, of thousand pairs of legs that trot the dryland. It smells like. It satiates your papillae. Think before you anyone taste this aridity. And despite being lie, remnants there, get the idea, my life, secure be, that there would be no Human Culture, nor Be, that the passage by the place and not you it loyalist allegiance.

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Yaki

My brothers Yaki owe them a line. Or two. Or three or four. Or an entire page. And I dont know them in person! I know a psychedelic truffle. Black. Chocolate. Fungus between the teeth. Good lead, eh! Well, with bitter unique Let us! Anyway, that will be born the fraternal relationship that I want. Already, I laki.

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Brackish roots

Where you dont be loved, fool the bean!, dont stay. And where yes, or want you, perseveres. Be lichen. Hold you to the feldspar. That you will not be given the first page against the ultraviolet. (The battle lost). Rooted where can!

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Summer

Your role of cold touch skin, spotless white written with freckles, succinct postcards of love for the Sun.

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To arpeggio impossible archaeologies?

Well, yes, perhaps if the stupid listening ignores what is behind. Nothing. Mucus of Turkey, something like the evolution of the family, or any dusty fragment of the interval. "Archaeology". Almost nothing. Trifle the word. Although to nothing of unstupid, who more, who least, ilustrious blubber-lipped curdles tasting in premiere a bone, an ostraca. An ancient ancestor. An lingot of the preterite uncertain.

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Sieving stridency

"Buffa bell, buffa!" Chicken, pays chicken!" So sounds like the accordion of my head when it exhales the air pressing. It then jump the hand and the ink runs rapidly, between dog latin of which scribble. Server. Mu. That I am. Ultimately, the sarabande is in my brains and it isnt inappropriate to the complaint. Toc, toc! That voice!! Please, that there are people who try!!! My Lord, what hours. Yes, again four and a quarter.

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For you

I was born because you born. And I did a little before to take off the spines of the environment. I dont want that you injure the feet walking between crystals. I couldnt consent you damage with the nasties of the soil. I'll take you in suspense, Youll float on mines that planted some clueless. And with my horse blood Ill plasma synthesize if scratch you it a cruel carnation. Not listen to the wars, nor know of disease which is not cured with endearments. You not smell the dead market meat, nor the rotten fish from the fair, and much less glimpse vinegar of those who praise pristine beauty. I banished the black Rainbow, I refill with selz Lakes. I will drink the poison that exudes the human being for you.

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Less when you are in Mexico

I live in Ecstasy. Come on, that at times, frequent the Paradise. I swear by the most sacred without fear of heresy. Before it was at home, and you also, obviously, my Being, because you are my Eden. The orchard I describe surrounds a tiny desert, oasis for refuge to so much such that there is everywhere-like. 20 days are enough to cross the most impregnable dryness. But that twenty days! With their hours, their minutes, their seconds and that breaking out each one.

JUL 10

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Small drop of seawater in the

ocean bay, small beach in the cove, bend the eye alter a few cane. Way back home a trail rest. Isolates a salty drop pregnant of sand. She know lost, dull edge of nowhere, flat rile the horizon, dead fixed to the jumps.

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Astral travel

Lie on the couch but I unstick. I cross the kitchen, the bedroom, loft and up the roof. I float on the street with unclear purpose. What should I do there? Although it not rooted the doubt, at the act I go whistling to the stratosphere. And beyond. I try to reach another star concrete, but hard is the journey with the addition of fear awakening in route. So I stay. Yes, here I'll be, around the Sun if I wanted. On the third planet.

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Calibrations in R

You love me? Such that the irrons to the dungeons. But how much is that? Both the trrill to the thrrone of the belfrry.

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Moon and alley

It is not what I bring to the brunette with brown eyes. Mother, not concerned the street where she was born. Let me patrol unless they turn off the streetlights and shadows flee. Consents, mother, cat already miaow I. Miaoooow Miaoooow

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What is Poetry?!

And you, mawkish, ask me? Poetry is delaying the nose and taste you in the air. Poetry, what the hell, my love! Poetry are you.

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Cliff

Deep, abrupt, sinister. Bad well lose looks, known shipyard of coffins, precipice of no small feats. I Know, why deny? I come often to balance the feet and see.

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7x4

The Moon hurts theirs every 7 x 4. And no one hears more than me. I approached the chair to the grill and we talked. Usually kick before, hiccup, she seems small dog, soul of lazarillo track master. But then she loose and tells me the light of gas that makes the Sun.

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Here same

I have soul. I've seen to scrutinize me inside. And it is not how expected despite encompass universe. I don't know how to explain. Although I know he is. Never will be. It is there. Or I hope.

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Confessed assessin

Mouth hangs down and do not deny. I did so, yes, it had to be done. I was not handicap his short life, five tender months mowed yesterday seventeen. It was his time. The time to move to the dryer and cure how bait month. And not knowing anybody!! Then I can burn her with calm and convert the offence into smoke. Art of the hachichin!

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The stone of Yorick

I wanted to play to be immortal. Undo to eye what twisted imagination. That sky, sea and land is give the hand offering me to use loom. And weaving. And sculpt. And paint. And guess brute stone, rendered edges, an archaic deity given to erosion. Word! Plutnica entails, torrent skin, and wind age acne teen. And all the primordial nature. Yes. Yes that was the case. Yes. Aaaaay! Goes wrong worship you shot, mate!

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We play?

In the light of another light discovers the box. Not very old, come on, moderate in another present, very hot for us, reads the foot of oil 1. 93 many. Are we? Obvious yet not. There is everything, or almost missing dog, and but not to sign a master. Ladies, gentlemen, children, flowers, almost all plural in the skin of a bull, the game is already started. Street lamps Candles. Windows Doors. Even the roofs cawing: Under helmets wounded, broken plans! Faces of autism, pain and fear. The crude firearms, the unique death, lament, ama, amomas to the heavens. Nooooo? Whites Blacks. And some grey.

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 Sweet potatoes my fingers and not Picasso!!!

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Delicatessen

By owl howl a car, untuned and lazy.

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My old man

My father is a bull. A caveman uro of tender heart and very blue eyes. Caste the him older than the 4 of Guisando. With Cubist profile, shades of dull carabanchelero and bandit of clinics. Good man. A/to wild my dad.

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The mantra of the Crooked

Listen to me. The little to leave Ulysses came I to the island of the sirens with thousand fellow travelers all undesirable. They swayed vessels and doubted the landing, despite being chartered the trip from does not is how much. The company punctilious - separate referred and embarked of unannounced, to the neglect of the troops jumped, silly reason, to Earth. I walked away looking for fortune and match, in the ear of surreptitiously time has in a slum: Boy said the drunken pirate one-handed, Boy He said Go up to where the turns the air and look for the most beautiful fish that spend lungs. Tell him from me. Tell him that I respected word and that although I dies tomorrow my soul will be with her. Swear you, by the cane of the rudder, that missed day unless I listen to her voice. Will you do for me? ". Obvious that not. But I have not said so. If it is possible, yes. I would do.
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But knowing something of swells not compromise my winds in company with third strangers. That was enough. Stood with uncertain step, and tuck into the door, murmuring death rattle or lapidary, muttered that I would do it wanted to or not. Next, he called at the hebrew, shakes the seas until someone brings fresh news of the marine who sailed with premise of return. And well paid the new!!! With the treasure of their meat, if place, and if not place, satisfied All satisfied!... With the bag piggy bank to the sea made the messenger. And like it, or not, Hummingbird, you also pass the voice. * * * * * *

"Hummingbird!" Hummingbird! called me the rascal. How well knew to see me the cloth! What did I in that island! Do Holy what the nonsense?! A word, a promise of glory, of pleasures without stirrups. But to view only dry stone, populated steppe holes and ambush the last water Deluge. 30 km x 20. A day on horseback. Three to the lame leg. A Kingdom measured, yes, and with all that,
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two days, two weeks, and the month, took me come up with someone. I spent the food and three hooks before take a hunchbacked mermaid of the loin. Gibbous. Ugly. More to sound his voice, uttered the lament, a simple Oh! For discover dam, the face turn pale better, or my eyes he did and changed from slap in goddess. A perfect being who suffered the indignity of the fishing line. A raised eyebrow was enough to rid of the thread of my cane, and very angry, throwing sparks look, asked who I was. And not to engage in conversation, no, lava brewed his eyes. He raised the finger to strike me, but I got earlier, articulate two words: "Im a postman". What stopped the beam that coffin her finger. "Postman?". Yes, postman. Herald. I has claimed to be Mercury, not to guess them known insurance. Eyeplates, suppose what would such storm that burst of the old rake I gave to the day. * * * * * *

"Is touched the roguish. I said. "Under the water line opens throat.
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And it isn't him entering the ocean to the belly which could be not more wineskin! underpins with the heel of his person by understood going adrift. And captain and authority, will yours and ours, unseemly I this beach with the cool of the day". Her eyes asked for more. Grown, and imagining incautious I extended. "No he did well separated from you. He ruined his being with placebos served by innkeeper, princesses no kingdom, hellenistic, Assyrian traffickers in poppies. Master of Ur. Adorers tiriotic. Nubile Nubian! More... nothing. Stridency to its ears, to the mine. To which will argue pavilion. Hence trembled me the faucets. Dared I, beveling her frown off her face ultraterrestrial, snapped me since when has us knew. Lost, from heart, not conceiving further delay
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I confessed myself be the old love back. And being true, because she read me it in the guts, she played with me age who wanted to on the bandstand of delight. And like it, or not, you also pass the voice. Hummingbird.

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To the fruit of the desire

If my soul had price, and between your legs apple tree, Adam know I, dismissive of any sin, that neglect God or deity that enthrone the payment, to give to lost my case, not tempting, that not spends as much on ebilis, no. Confessed and happy! Bite or kiss the apple, sex and the tree flower, key cave, alcove and castle, nirvana in the thalamus.

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Metropolitan intimacies

In the January subway, where it tightens the warmth, the pickpocket is count or succumbs to a decline. God will provide. Inshallah!! Already fall something by itself only from bag or governmental source. Even low Earth are, yes! And renowned, if cited, is that, to oblivion not rest wrapped in a million steps, which in Opera was And it is! trufaldina it, The source of the Caos del Peral.

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On a daily basis

Under my house a gipsy cut cables, at the moment arrives the SAMUR and then the Chinese. Only the pizza roll, mormons levitation. I live in a backwater of the city. Glass inside cage flowers, tiny trees made totem, tropical skeletons, and lean meat of Opuntia. And plenty of microscopic life that I wrong despite. I see the dust in the air impaled by beam morse. And the clock Tic, tac. Tic tac. Tic tac. It doesn't stop. It stretches. If it weren't for the cal, not know even if it is day.

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Uncertainty

I hope you. I look you. I am next to the phone and hand leave the mobile. Internet is plugged but does not sing messages. Not approaching a soul to the intercom, not rowdy children the street. Dumb is the radio, black the TV. There is no air, there is no movement. In your absence escapes, rogue, the "Tac" of the clock.

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The imposible sadness

Drops are bulging for the walls of the pot. Yes. Vacuum. Prism to the February sun, suddenly bursts the room by action of the kaleidoscope and furniture come to life. Summarizes the books alone, the souls of the photos smile, fossil sparkle to the infrared. Jump the Rainbow until the bed and through the house from side to side. Impossible. There is no who giving up. And although unwilling, that I want!, I applaud with tears in my eyes by lightning that escaped from the sky and was right at my table. Bad they are the black days!

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Souls of Vampir

No I like mirrors. No. I do not like. Either the own or outside. And much less what goes in them and even more so that they reflect. Disturbed me the reverse distortion. I hate otherwise. And what more: four-sided mirrors, white, and ridged with black lettering. By very expensive will be the framework.

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Poets encounter inside a subway car at 7 in the morning

- Of what feeds the poet? - Air, logical. Bread and Onion. Sweet Iron. Of a des/balance. - Only from that? - That by taste, reluctantly I grass, ruminate, squeak. I prefer the fast. - And? - Not follow that I do not follow. Here to help down. Get me the hands of the pocket and return me the money.

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Lost and cooler

To cut the throat of!! Do not do hostages. Mercilessly with barnacles, cudgel to the crab. Grilled Norway lobster. That does not dance prawn at stalls. My dogs lyrics, make way to chew!!! Suck to the mambrino the escargot, strip prawns, kraken skeletons. Not flee the clam of the salakot. To the mussel! To the mussel!! Not be elver with no garlic, no dead calm without sauce.

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Hear being? Tolling the soul? Alone and in time of witches. The static background and some addicted to porn. The bellows of the naso, the clothing to the touch, articulated bones, are noise to kill. And also all rebours. Only sottovoce the viscera. After this stillness, and an infinity of colour spark, yes, I am. Although little hard time.

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Josetxu eta Maribel Josechu and Maribel

1/3 or 4/5. Mathematical sequence. Cannibal chew the law made in Rome. I fear gall and by fear me not I look. Or yes? Ayyy! Where you'll be Josetxu? Pussy, picking snails.

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Maribel and Josechu Maribel eta Josetxu

To the lip the tita, "Tito". Always smile and hiss, a woman who saw no Millennium but lived in it. A crack the Maribel.

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Permutations and vigil

Close eye at night even on day. A cursory use. A noogie. Yes. Fly veils. Runs kidskin to the mountain! Search for grass that grows straight, crosses the horizon. Be your owner. Open eye to the morning even at night.

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Ramn

Ramon, faithful friend of sawn skin. A doctor in the area. Drum sounds like your word. After your step sweet the ladder. Today you bring yakis seasoned with conguitos. A warm meal with coffee. You are not, but you are still recalling. Well, tomorrow I call to your mobile phone.

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Is (meta)

The poet sees. Nice. But see. Ugly. But see. The poet is what you see. And reverbere apparently!

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STILL LIFE2

Smoke dance winding to fourth in the ashtray. A ration bread nibble, a drunk wine, the scissors and smoke paper. A full brick and another vacuum. Marker, book and lighter, tobacco, remote control, cellophane. Clock. Clips of wounded and clothing. They populate the table in the living room.

N. A. The title suggested by Susana.

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Susana

Your name is a kiss, a smile, a taste of heaven and opening the mouth. Genes yours of war and of word of life. Life mine by your side to make it. I never tire, not slack my tongue give mute blows though you know behind the door. If I chiming cords you listening me, insurance, but would lose the pleasure of calling blinds. Of machine-gunning the night to syllables. Susana Susana Susana Susana Susana Susana Susana Susana

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Health diminished and spandrel

Help by blunt rod! I plaintive to the Dark, to the Light. To the Morning Star!!! By what I am not. Money. Money. And money!!!! that said a corsican, to recover the lost.

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What separates me from you?

Nothing. After this ink they order your eyes. These are your words. Mine. From the indiscreet neighbor platform. From which reads braille or low Flora Davis prism. And the drunk who like only the bitter beer and urine by my side. These are words which rushing and sauce crumb in the tavern of Pepe Merda. The link of the poet with the drunk reality, far, yes, my love, a click of yours. A bit of you, of this pen pointer, I feel your eyes on me. And subjugating me.

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To Javi Snchez Elgueta Brother in Law

The trench that you open will be small for bury us your hand. What laughter yours! What close Crdoba and what deep your grave! What a joy to meet you! What nonsense sign off without giving you before the good morning! Damn the seriousness of your fall! Cursed all the laws that govern our universes. Sad the truth of death. But quiet, rest, one day, on the other side, also have party of farewell, Cuao. 13, and hundreds, they will not forget.

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The Liquidators

"Close to the creator we walked entangled. Between the sky and the worldly tiles. In the building back. Without noise. Between angels in semi-darkness. Insurance. Quiet. Immune, told, to any contagion". Terribilis est locus iste, Hic domus familiae est. Three miles, Chernobyl or Fukushima.

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Haiku 36525

The North wind Without East oriented It rots all corn.

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First loves

My best Kiss stole me a blonde of six years. And one year older than me. With him she fled on the lips under the bell of the recreation. And at the act I knew lost forever. I tried my time to subtract from another mouth the frugal spirit. Although there was no way. Strawberries, hearts, tasty parentheses, and even gum, sweet, warm, cold, hard, withered, depending on the season, prospected. Clean oscules. Poachers sometimes. Solemn. Tender. Lustful. Nasty. Imaginary many. And that yes, all pleasant. But there was no pair, no, until to matching the nose of my Ramona. She root my face filling me up with dribble and I happy. And forgive all my women for remember, in extremis, those lips of licorice.
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The End

And so far we have come. The route leaves the gate and at home I am feeling rales of the trip. Sore. Rattled the skeleton. The well fucked ass, but happy Throwing between rhymes day!

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