From the bones and the meat from the rain and the seed, now, only to subsist a silly, lukewarm mausoleum from the little holyness, from the knife in the side, from the blood, I was put my faith now I´m a remainless thought, past time lost in its writing, Requiem eyes extirpate from a crown, blacked silver, sensation in a winter evening, crumble hands, shining, unfathomable end eternal plague rider, a fire for a fire, meat for meat, fire for meat pungent pain in the skin I was wake in the fourty nights of may in the silence that impose it self, to the setting of the sun in the madness of turn on hair of the dog, one and thousand times Requiem, I give everything for my voice Hueso y carne Lluvia y semilla Ahora pienso, recuerdo, Encuentro mi pasado en mi escritura Ojos arrancados de una diadema Plata ennegrecida Sensación eterna e insondable…esplendor…El fuego de cuarenta noches que se imponen al ocaso Una y mil veces no hay locura.
viernes, 19 de febrero de 2021
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