Desahucio. |
Ángeles malos o buenos,que no sé,te arrojaron en mi alma.Sola,sin muebles y sin alcobas,deshabitada.De rondón, el viento hierelas paredes,las más finas, vítreas láminas.Humedad. Cadenas. Gritos.Ráfaga...
Posted by Mapaxitoo on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 12:34:00 PST |
keats |
When I have fears that I may cease to beBefore my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,Before high-piled books, in charactery,Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;When I behold, upon the night's ...
Posted by Mapaxitoo on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 11:09:00 PST |
bukowski. alone with everybody. |
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling ...
Posted by Mapaxitoo on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 12:26:00 PST |
Animals |
Have you forgotten what we were like thenwhen we were still first rateand the day came fat with an apple in its mouthit's no use worrying about Timebut we did have a few tricks up our sleevesand turne...
Posted by Mapaxitoo on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 10:20:00 PST |
