Deletera Diestra this defeat
that fills mouths of fear, sea
Enraged father
that sensation
that everything rot
in the emanation of hot viscera
that everything is lost
In the Seditious Absence of Laurel
Drying, sketch
as what is nothing and,
In this sense, it's something
Did the clouds fell? They kiss
and the mute
of disturbances and reflection?
in combination of dreams
A long black dress hanging
in the wardrobe
Hiding your life and humidity, stains
of a stain
as a secret offering
until the morning comes forgotten
and you ask yourself why you call mendiga loneliness
demarca creature of you
before it arrives
the belly of his mother
or maybe vital victory everything renachates
knowing how to convert cells into you
Spirit at Pos.
of healed wounds in meat, as well
everything takes place although it is giant night
while
the defeat dissolves
my soul is held
every time you are not
every time I see you
I earn, me
Some interstices
between defeat and victory:
the reconquest