Black
If only I could, with the frenzied beating of cilia, change destiny, vomiting blood save what you can not.
The heart full of hate, my wings severed feathers issue of charm, for those who suffer, for those whom life has
forgotten in a place where there is no longer smile.
I may not amaze me more bad habit of indifference of mankind. The executioners
still ask for their drink the blood of life.
I ask you with smiles you believe, you dictate with their power, I slam in the face as a fellatio. And these tears
night that blend with the salt of islands that do not touch more time.
I learned how to dry them with big hands that I thought I did not have.
I hate the man in his case, having pants or skirts, which is sincere or hypocritical.
And at night the silence is too loud, you fucking deafening, a thousand thoughts focus on one thought, one in distress.
In this torment that keeps me alive. In the desire to
entrarti bowels and contract your illness.
In that breath that will give you life and mark in my death.
Give Ann a smile and let her near her favorite flower.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
Recipes For Golden Bday
The tears rose
my need to discover, to bestow on this night a different glow to soothe in a moment, before he died and revisit my past, which I have many stories to tell, in my naive and clumsy 27 years . I supported
a cornucopia in the window for my luck defaulted to fill my empty wrist of my most precious jewel.
I keep in mind the place where I left off, the mountain you can see the sea and its mists that hide the small islands that my refuge, where I was going to cry alone, and those that could listen without judging me silently, if not you?
I went there with my dad told me your story and I lovebambi small, my eyes glued to his lips, I followed him without distraction.
said that you were in love with a hunter, and yet I imagine your first kiss, inside the cave, those glances that we stole from the madness of the enclosure.
And I heard a loud music that penetrated the soul in that sanctuary, sand and glass scratch the skin.
After your death, he was the first to see the first smile that you gave the afterlife.
of him I was just a number, I still feel the smell when I brought up there by you, and cuddle her baby, to show her that he loved her.
needed him.
so strong anger to see more horizons back, which never end in my thoughts of death.
I'll never forget, rose the mountain, I will never forget him, my blood still pulsing pain in my stomach.
my need to discover, to bestow on this night a different glow to soothe in a moment, before he died and revisit my past, which I have many stories to tell, in my naive and clumsy 27 years . I supported
a cornucopia in the window for my luck defaulted to fill my empty wrist of my most precious jewel.
I keep in mind the place where I left off, the mountain you can see the sea and its mists that hide the small islands that my refuge, where I was going to cry alone, and those that could listen without judging me silently, if not you?
I went there with my dad told me your story and I lovebambi small, my eyes glued to his lips, I followed him without distraction.
said that you were in love with a hunter, and yet I imagine your first kiss, inside the cave, those glances that we stole from the madness of the enclosure.
And I heard a loud music that penetrated the soul in that sanctuary, sand and glass scratch the skin.
After your death, he was the first to see the first smile that you gave the afterlife.
of him I was just a number, I still feel the smell when I brought up there by you, and cuddle her baby, to show her that he loved her.
needed him.
so strong anger to see more horizons back, which never end in my thoughts of death.
I'll never forget, rose the mountain, I will never forget him, my blood still pulsing pain in my stomach.
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