Sarah Moon and me that I better give me
to nothing
enough for me with your eyes
JORGE DREXLER
a passing dog, a hill, nothing
those things, everyday
and hair pin and two lumps,
the smell of your body,
what you say about anything with me or against me
JULY
CORTÁZAR
only slightly more than nothing, to sleep
secure the inner child, that I lay my best myth,
these things and yours and mine, an afternoon revival
while elsewhere in the world is someone thinking,
a sugar that sags or sun itself, you die
in each of my words and I do not have
who stop me to wake up and it's worth, these things,
you know, all those things that are yours and mine and
hide a box that hides another box
no longer hide anything, but a flower gets lonely,
a window to break, no one dares to
life everything that you would like
is so little at the bottom
because basically it's all
a branch that leads, a singer in the middle of a palace
not need to shout, for once, that no one needs it, revealing a pinch
, fear on every corner, again
night home, fester not life, to return to sleep, those things
and yours and mine, do not hide anything, that basically is
so little because in the end all, dreaming I'm awake,
a nervous horse, snort in a corner of your mouth, a lonely
laughter, the book opens without needing us, death
of death, a poem that opens like eyes, a nest of pencils,
those things you know, things that are no longer species, but us, a laughter that
ya ok, a drink, a light, a love
life fits in a click
a abrir y cerrar
at any Copo oat
be distinguish trafficking
worth of what it's worth it not worth
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