Category Archives: Poema

entrañas

Si mi estómago hablará, diría: Hola. Qué tal, sería, de pocas palabras, no sabe funcionar bien, para serles franco, es un estómago muy taciturno, y es que su entorno es muy desquiciado. Mi cerebro lo odia. Al estómago. Son enemigos … Continue reading

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the flutter o el arrebato

I saw a fly tremble on the floor, gasping , I saw its last struggle on a shiny day on a marble floor bathed by sunlight I stopped like smelling flowers a willing witness to El arrebato a second of … Continue reading

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GT Asp

Confounded am I Sprays and allergies marked this of the year yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019 the sun shines the birds … Continue reading

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Frost descent 今天 · 霜降

今天 · 霜降 Frost scrapers noise invaded my realm as I tried to decipher what the early morning drew before my somnolent ears. Later That afternoon: The air was icy fresh The water cold as ice The silentwind bore small … Continue reading

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a burnt fingerprint

They say the rings in a tree tell a story I wonder what my wrinkles say I look at my fingers rings and dry cracks in my skin appear through a certain light I shy from speculation since everything changes … Continue reading

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星期五

All day I spent feeling Friday the 13th it was an ominous day something bad is to happen yet every day something bad happens this time it felt specifically aimed at me mass hysteria → though the winds rocked the … Continue reading

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saiqueado

In my blood runs Tijuas Caló Whether in (E)spañol Or English Them beats Pound the flesh Like a Smith Hierro Fierro A fuego Con ritmos turiquean y dicen netas Desde el punto cero We knew before thee güiri güiri Los … Continue reading

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derrames de ramajes

hace viento sé el follaje mece a su merced corre por ái un dicho sobre quién mece a los arboles yo quizá pero no cuando llueve las hojas frondosas de la primavera acumulan agua solo para hacer llover de nuevo … Continue reading

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