The graveyard beats my race again,
And I do not see the glow of the dress,
I have a drunk belly,
But I'm not on the hips
And my eyes
Are dismantled on the edge of the coffee.
I do not go, I do not stay,
This break is swirling,
It's my sharp doubt
Howling at the drug on his thighs.
Blistering the helplessness
And the echo of the void,
Why God is not here!
Remove your words
And let the orgasms crash my pride,
I should have blinded the sneakers when you passed,
Since yesterday, I'm one more foot
Behind his fire.
Is eating me
And his babilla hurts,
Fate put him in these arms
And I delete it.
In this exile I eclipse,
I assure your image in the sound,
I am afraid of this hard fellowship
Where we are
Like two steaming droplets of copal
In the whirlwind of the ages.
I listen to every fragment of that long
The lips still have the chill of the back,
In the entrails a fire is ripening,
It's time to tune the belly
And riding a sky of Alondras
In the shadow of God.
He clasped his strand in his hands,
Its edges are slip
Sink my fingers in my nostalgia
And is pleased to shoot messages
Who steals the tenderness.
The dust of my poetry slides in the
And where they are, they are born
And they break mirrors that reflect nothing.
Book: FOR THIS HEBREW