I wrote this years ago.
"I know your game ... attract, seduce with curiosity, curious to see if what you saw is capable of deslumbrarte. And free as air sneak once you see a pair of eyes captive. Secure your skin, always attentive to security that gives you an unconditional love that you profess and feedback. Fun and practical to the core ..! "
" ... what claw, what generosity and humanity which seems to notice me beating in your spirit. But I also see loneliness, and I see dreams, and I fear being alone, and feel that the old prophecies are realized when buried seemed forgotten, as if recognizing a familiar face and feared. And brimming with passion, courage, which, misdirected, it becomes anger. And is that the damage was much, much humiliation to not react with the old power when pressed buttons that cover the pain. "
We are in the same field game, but all of us blindfolded and groping while we seek can only suspicion, pleasure, apathy, duty, interest or selfishness to keep us from madness.
'Life injury is absurd. "
" The last Kurdish "tango.
" I'm aware of you, women, hard hearts of vinegar. "
" black poet ", lyrics by Antonin Artaud.
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