Why Do I Have Warts On My Eyelids?

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T and summon Neruda and Captain,
you to be able to snatch a look
the stone between stones that denies the smile
sterile stone, stone stone, transparent diamond ever
epithelia,
ever butterfly flight
fragile lover,
green tree, sapling
walls fall


In the darkness of the spring and summer

trees fall in their heart chambers

showed up solo beat a dead fly Naiad
pellet without penalty in opaque lead. Cold

typewriter sonnets and roots.
accurate measure waists
sumptuous
sleepwalking naked breasts hidden
dresses, mock tender

What came to discover my hand
farmer to call my door looks with tenderness
be called by when you said your love
hoisted
woman curves and apple wood,
Tunuyán fragrances and under your skirt, a petticoat ethereal
the delicate shadow of your eyelids,
just for me, forgetting
leaving me exposed to the weather
of the word
also naked
the silence of the look, the horizon also

to ellipsis
and
brackets now calm sea seafood
alberti now my heart wants you
interrogates
stone is stone that is mute, silent, cold as any stone
obscenity of silence that dominates
cold lips death peach lips unsmiling
gull in flight, closed to the vine and wine
the
melesca Telteca and I charge you, Cantabrian seconds and laments,
fault timer
chronologies

you spell rusty, rust ruthless
your silence to be obscene,
forbid you to talk to me now, tell me
,
whisper something

dark stone between stones, dark
vagina, hidden sex

epitaphs silenciero

green foliage poplars not want you

transparent green and oh, blind gypsy,
how not to dress that was pink diamond that diamond
dark rock, gypsy
ay, there your heart bleeding







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Approach Getting the Rage on the Page

In theory the 5 steps to overcome grief are:

1) Disclaimer and Privacy
2) Rabia
3) Depression
4) Negotiating
5) Acceptance

After desperately crying for a week without leaving my house or change my clothes, I think I might be moving to my state of isolation and denial to the second step of this wonderful experience: the absolute arrechera.

Evidence # 1:

When I ran out of chocolate and without tissue, I had no alternative to go to the supermarket. I did not bother to fix me, I left my home with swollen eyes, disheveled hair and a coat over my pajamas. When I went to the supermarket, more than one set in my state piedreril. " I can suck you ..." thought as he walked down the hallway of chocolates. I grabbed two dozen chocolate bars, then I looked for a box of Kleenex and Coke. When I got to the box, my face said it all, "I want to die!" The cashier saw the obscene amount of chocolate, then the tissue, drew conclusions stupid in his mind and went face look with Willy. "Is there a problem?" I asked. The mamahueva that, who the hell is it? Caused me to kick him in the face again and again! I gave him the money and told him in English: "mamagüeva!".

Evidence No. 2:

was mounted on a bus . Only I happen to go to school. For nothing not stopped or half ball to the teacher. All I could think about Luis Fi, Fi Luis, Luis Fi, Luis Fi. The teacher on the other hand was masturbating intellectually with Kant's transcendental aesthetic. I know shit about Kant's transcendental aesthetic, I know shit about philosophy, what the hell I'm going to keep this shit? The only universal truth is that the world is shit, that death sucks. What's the point? We are all going to die.

of nowhere I start to hear a crying carajito. Or upset me to see him, and I imagine, white boy crying for about 2 years something stupid. The more she cried the carajito this shit, the more I realized that I was crying carajito win, just to fuck. The sound of your damn crying was driving me crazy. Between the transcendental aesthetic damn crying and shit carajito that, caused me grab and say "YO TE VOY A DAR A GOOD REASON TO CRY OF TRUTH! DO YOU WANT TO MOURN? I'LL KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND. " I imagined holding a favorite stuffed animal as the child stretched out his arms frantically to prevent the assassination. I thought so starting to really mourn, pleading "No, no Fluffy, take what you like least Fluffy." And there, right after hearing the word Fluffy, I imagined destroying the toy to pieces and saying, "Get used carajito shit, shit in this valley we all take our Fluffy!".

Evidence Number 3

I went to work, had to give a English class. I got to the room, I installed it and I see the old shit which I teach you have a mounted ass face. What will this mamhuevo ment? Instantly I remember ...

Ardi: Pardon me Mr. Calvo, I could not send the document that he had promised, this week was complicated.

Shit Calvo: Yes, I am extremely disappointed. I told you I pay only 20 hours and I want to learn fluent English in 20 hours. If I send the documents by email, then I'm wasting my time.

Ardi: Old arrogant shit, no one learn English in 20 hours, or send you a miracle on the Internet. Mr Calvo, I would love to send your document shit , but last week my best friend / brother died in Venezuela.

Bald Shit: I figured you'd have a good excuse, so not all of our classes canceled

mamahuevo of Old shit, damn son of a bitch your fucking bald. I want a gun, I need a gun to lead to fall into insensitive bastard. I imagined seeing him with intense hatred in the eyes for a minute, eternal moment for both, and then out of nowhere, POOM, throw a kick in the face ... Just after the old kick start to mourn and try to stop the bleeding from his nose. I would use that moment, just when you head down, to give it another kick in the bald ... "THIS PASS YOU BY INSENSITIVE, MAMAGÜEVO!"

How Does Neutralisation Work

Dear Luis Felipe

On Tuesday afternoon I received one of the worst news of my life. Luis Felipe, my best friend, my beloved accomplice, "my boy" went. I do not know when I will publish some of tragicomedy again, my soul is just starting to pieces. But if he wanted in his honor, and for me to publish the letter I wrote.

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My Adored Luis Felipe,

First of all, I want you to know I loved you. It's absurdly difficult to talk to you in the past when I'm still planning my life with you in it. I can not help wondering, "Taylor Fi knew she loved him?" I scolded so many times ... I became a true crabs. Until you I fix your bed military. Sometimes it took effect scold therefore not forget when you said you always thank me for having taught how to make scrambled eggs. At the bottom of my heart will not regret having scolded me so much. I did it because I always wanted the best for you, and because I was so scared of losing. I scolded because I loved you.

always brought out the child in me. You could let me talk about movies as "Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, "Lindsay Lohan listen and dance like the nerd I am. You never did have to be cool. also home was the best, always had the latest toys. The films that never came to Caracas, the boxsets of our favorite artists, the PS1, PS1, PS3 and even porn channels.

mother dragged them out also in me. I always hurt so much you lost. Had given the world because you had not suffered something so terrible. The only consolation I have now is that I know you're with your mother in heaven. As Claire said, Lucy in the sky with diamonds. I am absolutely convinced you're better now. Also won the battle because everyone will remember as "the fucking cutest guy ever," you remember how Luis Feliz, as the poet, like the smart dude. We all admire you my dear.

One las cosas que más me duele es que no hayas podido venir a Paris conmigo. Nos faltaron tantas cosas por hacer juntos. Quiero que sepas que siempre me acuerdo de ti en Paris, en cada esquina. Sobre todo en una de mis clases de filosofía donde el profesor es igualito a ti. Nunca tuve la oportunidad de decírtelo. Aún si no te dio chance venir a Paris, vivirás en ella a través de mi recuerdo.

Aún no estoy preparada para despedirme de ti. Lo único que puedo hacer si acaso es desearte un feliz viaje y que por Please show her people up there your routines James Bond and "Warn a Brother." Please do not hang out with Jack Kerouac or Kurt Cobain or with, those guys are bad influence. I'd rather hang out with people like Immanuel Kant, who do not drink, do not have sex and engage in ethical philosophy. Say hello to my grandfather on my part, you're going to love. And if you offer him your grandfather. See you in due course, wait for me a huge hug.

I LOVE YOU,

Thanks for everything,

Your squirrel

Columbus's Ship With Label Of Parts On The Ship

nobody knows the trouble I've seen

I know how you
know how's your bare feet when walking mine
messy and your own pace and quiet in fear of an afternoon
is also on the horizon when
wingless birds draws you in the eye,
and bewitched by the old soles you drop in the gloom of a loft
is in your back and your freckles, your shoulders rounded and smooth
are each of your female curves
and your smile in the morning when the sun rises at my side
is to understand your fears and agonies and your long
seventeen, your pictures of your
Atuel a pure fighting clenched teeth and eyes
moon on the summer solstice




was your summer and covered the nakedness of shame
your breasts at forty
your nipples on when my fingers
looking ports, solitary sail the sea of \u200b\u200byour desires
of your mighty acts are endless and your mouth flying seagull
in your belly and your children
each spring and your last birthday


are your words, your prose and your poetry.
the ring of your dress, your dog and cat
of the neighbor who greets you with a warm day,
your plants on the windowsill


I know you want

do you not know it yet?




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Irrational (re - edition of an old problem)

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2 - They describe planetary clocks

Maybe all is, just a mathematical problem

a complex way to simplify everything

this way your way I want. Doubting

integers bodies we have. Starting

our hands unlike fractions.

Measuring quantities our time together.

Love in this world general spherically

suffer too much rationality

when we deal with bad wrists

planetary clocks

exporting a single model predictions

seeks to impose its perverse reality.

By law and sacred rule of advertising neuronal

must buy now, everything, and no matter what

but is last illusory and perennial market silhouette

hyperbolic sines and cosines transgenic

hyperbaric plastic lips botulinum

nakedness of eschatological and sensuality.

In this system of irrational rationality

will always be in the promo material objects

and the combo, always absent affection simply

the simplicity of love easily without any measures

time and every time we happen to have someone to love

by which I solemnly propose

stop being anonymous in our eyes

our hands touch and words

in apparent protest

discarded by unrealistic assumptions

many indecent

sensory arithmetic

apresuranos stop us meridians synthetic

continue pretending that alienated

run and run without being able to stop

except when it is too late and tired tired

and savagery industrialized deseperanzados

we lie to shake awake fearing

In love we must entirely, I think

with any certainty in the theorems of affection

If we desire an hour looking inadequate

which is then pluperfect

uncontrollable shaking chemical molecules

and so brash, like the birds we love

in flight, or human at last, standing, front, or side

upside down and disheveled but

always delicious and insanely irrational