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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 161
when I saw that reality escaped from my hands, I did nothing to retain it.
I was left with no reality and that was poetry in me.
when tax inspectors and collectors preyed on me, everything became a dream to
WITH THE BATTLE
with the battle we lost all hopes.
offered me to stay with them
offered me to impregnate my body
ripped his fine clothes
will travel through the desert towards the south
trails of the night tremble, they state to be so many as the stars. They tremble
more from immensity than from solitude.
away skies always take in any possible gaze. There is nothing in my eyes,
beloved, to illuminate you. All of my gaze is lost.
said to me:
Because of my work I have lost my smile.
I told her:
haven't lost it, you have abandoned your smile, because it's useless. We'll
continue the next time.
cut my balls and offer them to you and I'm sure you'd think that another woman
would benefit from that love gesture.
why I won't cut them, and because of that I love you up to offering what I won't
be able to fulfil…
is no true proof of love, in the sense that no proof of love is enough proof.
I wanted the world to be for everybody and among all of them, they almost
break the world.
I'm astonished, having made all that of my life and, however, I want to go on. I
don't care how.
accept having put my name and surname in those phrases and, in the right moment,
I must say it, with full joy. And I still admit having chosen the wrong country
and the wrong century and, yet, I want to go on, I want to go on.
specialising myself in not knowing what to do.
wouldn't do everything the same way, I'd do everything better.
be a slave of not loving, that is the extreme kind of slavery. Afterwards, one
also has to work a little.