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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 157
I now realise is that within my phobia (diverse inhibitions) there are several
million pesetas involved. Several thousands of pages to publish.
night was a night of great political conversations about our future. Everyone
agrees in that everything, almost everything, depends on my being able to assume
as director of a School and leader of a movement.
I have to wish and say it. Continuing in that direction, if I would say it, it
wouldn't be a simple advice, but a line in a history book.
must not fear: the sea is for everybody.
is necessary that the sea
the truth, darling, doesn't nest nor can be discovered anywhere, unless there is
an individual in the centre of the place. An individual completely tied to the
doctor, I have understood everything today, for me to stop being a prostitute,
he should love me and that is impossible.
didn't say a word but I thought to offer her one more hour per week.
a prolonged silence she said to me:
And your love, doctor, I can't understand it fully, it isn't enough for
We'll continue the next
from telling me that I am the only one, she loves me crazily, with all her loves
in her hands. When she touches my body, more than a hundred women are caressing
my body and I, always become crazy.
after night our sexes are the universe.
I love you, I immediately feel that I am her only love, although I don't really
believe it, but I feel it.
I say to myself:
Only the two of us can do
it this way.
thought it was about writing well.
thought that someone would return what I had on and that what I had on was to be
able to enter the game of life.
the reason why I lost the first rounds, waiting for someone to return the
admittance money to me.
have to carry out the situation with great mastery. It has to do, in the end,
with the circulation of sex and money in an inexistent social class, that is to
say, something almost impossible.
leaves one when one is that one.
arriving I'll have everything decided, after each poem published, I'll have
another battle won. When I shoot the poem number one hundred thousand, I'll have
won the war. And there, I'll receive some award, those imbeciles shall see.
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