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Indio Gris FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2003 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 155 YEAR III EDITORIAL I
dedicate this issue ADVICE
1023 Adolescent,
fisherman of old enamoured women, She
told me about her ways of entertaining solitude, WEEKEND There
are contagious feelings, endless laughs, terrible pains, pains of the heart. Your
face has gone through my heart only once and it has stained itself forever with
blood, pure red blood, senselessly, because any other colour would do. And
that delicious skin, that contagious skin like an illness; as to turn me mad
with your skin; your almond tree skin (just to mention an unknown fruit) your
skin of candied almonds and nothing else for the time being, to close my eyes
and repeat all this once again. Genitals
illuminated by your skin sweep away everything that is possible, they sweep me
away, they make my heart skip a beat. Enough
for today, this closing and opening of eyes can turn us mad, a madness that
would be too serious to earn money (a small fortune on the sea shore) as to be
able to close your eyes forever on the sea shore. Enormous
breasts float desperately like ships.
Demon
of the multiple sexual relations Fleeting
alteration.
Salomon,
son of David, powerful executive of his times, knowledgeable of languages of all
animals of the earth and of the sky. One
day he placed a small ant on the palm of his right hand and asked it: who is the
greatest man on earth? The ant, which still was completely straight, without any
cuts in its body, asked Salomon to raise his hand a little more, a little more.
When Salomon's hand was above his head the ant said: You are really grand, but
I'm even more because I'm above your head. Without
a smile, Salomon shook his hand, and the ant fell on the ground without a noise,
and Salomon cursed the mischievous ant, condemning it to live almost cut in
halves. Maxim:
An executive is always an executive whether he is Salomon, Bush or Aznar.
THE
DEMON OF POLITICS And
I went running to where the apple trees grew This
tranquillity, this peace, for which we are able of |