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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 136
is no keyboard or obscurity of me that she hasn't touched with her purity, that
is to say, one of the forms of ignorance.
touches, but ignores her capacity to touch.
lives not having touched, lives not having lived and, afterwards, she receives
as gifts, the effects produced by her own experience (still unknown by her) of
having touched. Stimuli which produce in her the effects of illness, rather than
by being morbid, by being unexpected.
where she didn't expect it, what was hoped for couldn't meet her (an ego of
hers) but an empty space of her ego, a nothingness of her.
hole in the ego, impossible to be conceived as word, takes hold so that the
mechanism of the individual's own body is able to be possible and leaves a mark
in his body that death, from the future, claims as its own.
a solitary word,
started to fall
to fly meant falling
was free all the time I wanted.
possessing such freedom
lived in him.
To see the video you must have installed the programmes in your computer.
where sarcasm asked itself for the unreasonableness of hatred, there
will wait for you.
insists that she will go on being crazy till the end.
I answer her that making love with people who still love their mother, is
be worried, doctor, next year I will fall in love with you and some stupid will
say that psychoanalysed women only love their psychoanalyst.
We'll continue the next
the table, as usual, he always remains seated, by chance, between two of his
they were all preoccupied choosing what they were going to eat, inconspicuously,
he lowers his hand the most he could to hold her thigh, and then he lowers the
other hand to hold my thigh.
he approaches his hands very close to both pussies.
had a yellow dress, very short, and he could slide, hand on skin, directly to my
and I looked at each other like accomplices, as if there were a pact
signed some days ago to look at each other.
in her gaze of a rejoicing person, listened to:
what this son-of-a-bitch is doing to me and staring at me fixedly she asked me,
do you want some cheese?
with one hand and I, with the other, touched lightly his dick, penis yet and,
slowly it went on taking extraordinary proportions underneath his white
are going to make me come as two crazy women together and in front of your
boyfriends, your girlfriends. What a shame!
I looked at her with desperation. She half-closed her eyes and I let my fork drop to the floor, when she moved her head affirmatively and when bending myself to pick the fork, I was able to drink all his semen. She, with her hand under the table let go his dick and touched my head tenderly.
don't think I will believe a lie. Life hasn't been done by no one, yet. And
whoever would want to start, it would take a relatively big work to achieve it.
it is something that is going to happen for the first time in the world, I told
him calmly, it cannot happen from one day to the other.
man attempting against himself the whole day, won't be able to exist. The
enemies must be outside of us.
change my life will mean to encounter what is beautiful, with my face full of
I will commence by dedicating myself to the health policy.
no, the voice said to me, you will start by changing your sexual relations and
almost all your social relations.
I will start by living, I will start by living.
no, said the voice, you will start by changing yourself.
To change… to change… yes, of course, I would like it, but how? To
bind myself to what new delirium, if I'm already unwinded.
change, the voice repeated dryly.
I understand, I understand, there is a dawn in my gaze but it is cloudy.
you stop writing or you change, this time the voice gave no alternative.
a tough man, I'll change, I'll strip off my skin and I'll be someone else.
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