All where foot sleep like in a grave
these are the most expensive shoes
I ever weared
Even you can't mind about it
Now
wounds grow like capitals
and I retract from everything
I see
Is in front of me
behind
better not look back
might turn on an orphan thought
This pure deadly cat snoring
all all everything wounds me
Remember the shoe
both feet weared
slithering same blood through veins
beating steps rounds like dark clocks
behind their crystal case
You'll never remind me something lost
Behind this dead face
pale sea waves smile
Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos. F.H.
martes, 30 de septiembre de 2008
domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008
Smoking area
Biting nails
words slithering snails
a brothers story coming out of the blue
No more homework
You think so?
"Death has nothing to do with this image from wich I retract to"
So do I
Tic tac blows, reading eyes
Nothing else but deeply dancing hand puppets
words slithering snails
a brothers story coming out of the blue
No more homework
You think so?
"Death has nothing to do with this image from wich I retract to"
So do I
Tic tac blows, reading eyes
Nothing else but deeply dancing hand puppets
Sinkin' mirror
Primary voice
red deep voice
scrambling trough yellow purple shivers
Blue me
dive me
run out me
waiting for the last drop not to vanish
this is the smell I follow
fills me throw me to me
Love is Fall approaching
red deep voice
scrambling trough yellow purple shivers
Blue me
dive me
run out me
waiting for the last drop not to vanish
this is the smell I follow
fills me throw me to me
Love is Fall approaching
viernes, 26 de septiembre de 2008
Rumor
A mi padre.
(...) where bones climb out of the
earth and recede to the first slime of love.
Antimatter, Russell Edson
earth and recede to the first slime of love.
Antimatter, Russell Edson
Once, she heard a rumor about an inverse world on the other side of a mirror. At time, she heard her own heart crashing like a mad suicide piece of paper. What would a bullet be in a place like that? Looked at her empty hands and whispered some words like an island, so his blood stop running and beating like a falling leaf.
Mexitli Nayeli López Ríos
Mexitli Nayeli López Ríos
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Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos.
F.H.
F.H.