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Sunday, October 07, 2018

Alone, without your shadow: Elia Casillas


Plastic´s sternum
and hurt sketch
where   patinas cemetery’s
the forgiveness of the empty matrix
your other shadow
cold that arrived with sullen iceberg
and without a lie
wear down  the stub
  little
                                                            
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running over the mother
that sailed without children.


Century City
time does not unearth bone perfume
who abandons splinters in the orphan playground
with half feet
to circulate the glory that you left with your escape
three lungs to the wind
and canteen tune




Marches with rotten illusion
the scalpel goes
and it comes in the   limestones roots
mutilating the white nest of silver branches
to the shell of your euphoric screen
to your love of paper
that label without ink his departure
  Opens
 mixes desert   with leaves
when you ovulate your Frida
and other Fridas appear
like you
harpooned






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