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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 150
here because I come to say what the future will be.
with huge steel teeth manufactured in the most advanced states try, with certain
degree of despair, to pull out our hands, to pull out our feet and that
way to dominate our mobility.
let my body be deluded in the sea delirium that sweetly bathes the bodies of the
sharks and, as they daydream by the warmth of my caresses, they allow me to kill
them one by one by love.
blood attracts other smaller fish which enjoy themselves defeating the shark
one will reach their destination, because there is no point of arrival.
where the earth lets its young carnations to bleed copiously
where the gods knit the flight of birds
out of proportion knapsacks.
days I miss you like I never did before, several times a day I confuse your face
among other faces in the street. Your profile appears in the street as I would
have never imagined.
fly among the always architectonic buds of nothingness opened to the rumours of
my own damnation.
find in your gaze the wind and the sunset, the horror of fear, the temperance
because of the illusion of an illuminated throat.
write without being able to reach any state.
she, for sure, will arrived amazed for having been able to come and her
amazement will be the entire encounter.
I held my dick closer to her ass it was all wet, I slided as a fish in the water
and she, how she shouted! She shouted as a thousand women giving birth to
history, but she didn't move at all to separate herself from me and my dick
never ended to penetrate her all the way, because I did it very slowly, as she
had asked me, almost supplicating, and then she liked it more all the time and
while realising that what she was enjoying happened in her ass, she said to me
shouting, crying, laughing, loving herself:
Please, up to the end, my love, up to the end.
I introduced it to the end and my semen reached her throat and she shouted,
perfumed by her own odours, lover in love with the sex of love.
I'm yours, now I'm
I go forward it is difficult to stop me, however, I repeat it: a thousand chains
of love tie me to the past, to what has been.
produce a health plan which includes mine, seems sensational.
The atomic bomb persecutes me, I think that peace will never arrive, so I
decide to participate in the war, I don't need love but soldiers and, he who
can't do it (man or woman), should wash the dishes, should lay the table, should
satisfy the tired soldiers, should cure their wounds, should masturbate, but
please, don't let them disturb us.
is what's fundamental, to allow those who can do it, to do it.
will be made when it is its turn, nobody can try to make love when there are
children on the verge of starvation.