Saturday, February 12, 2011

Mini Horse Hay Feeder

February Arrhythmia

With this fever delirium and desire is
advance not so distant future. Soil


forget the importance of the processes.

For further steps forward stumble

not rip my tongue loose hands

sew myself

lips silently choke win

pending

think if the error

is mine or if life is wrong for me.



This
dry throat no longer spits
voice hoarse cough up in my lonely house.

This is not breathing nose

and useless flow
distilled
impossible to contain
I have to survive this night.

With watery eyes tear
am inspired puffs
that leave me breathless.

this never stops throbbing in the temples
arrhythmia new tunes that sound old. Nacho


, Quique, Carlos
inevitably return me to the same place

the origin of so many certainties

Vegas, Gonzalez, Chaouen
all sing the same name
I drag since.


absences are always unfair.


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