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Survival

often crossed your world at this age
in which almost everything seems wrong.
You know that life is an endless amount of sensations
and years and if someone faints,
everything continues inexorably.

The survivors are the land that nourishes,
me so every day through all your valleys
and came to the endless horizon where I get hopelessly lost.

Then, yes, I declare that I return and
shelter in our street and there I hope the sun sets.

Every sunset heralded a new triumph.

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your nakedness

1912

TODAY YOUR NUDITY

seek my heat uncertain

and perhaps return to the beginning of your verb.

More

not find me.

Why be

memory

other memory?.

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Yours Today is the perfume of lilacs

NIGHT HIT ME shells

that your weightless body. It rains

and here lies the suburb which delicate Aloa
inert.
The truth is you people
dreams my insomnia.

And yours is the perfume of lilacs
and moon on the corollas

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backroom Love

1915

BACK TO DECIDE IF

not have been sterile absence ,

that dreams and light

were cornered

in the tunnel of time.

full moon tonight

backroom and love,

sadness hovers

tangled between words and gestures.

(Soon

rain in the early days

this fall

and it will be cold on the plateau).

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oblivion not sleep

Tonight, light and darkness,

not sleep forgotten.

will not a word more,

or gesture that is lost.

And shades curds,

(do not forget),

domaremos the flanges of diamonds.

When the sun shines.