not let life get you home and you
their semen wrapped in a cloth.
curdle not let his hole like a groundhog
great ancestral weight on your chest
and you can not breathe ...
because both this danger,
as that sincerity is not just that.
is not only closed eyelids and rusted by time, nor darkness
fracturing his eyes.
Life is so much more.
The primary emotion of a stammering voice,
peach is ripe and fresh off the branch.
The fertile land of the hips seeking ecstasy
dance and song that starts with a minor.
Life is licking and chewing floods in the clouds,
not cross the road and not leave the remote in thought.
be both passenger and driver and engineer. Continue
hands on coal, to see who resist anymore.
not regret the sterility of some plots, keep dreaming
calligraphy to qualify
the heart, focusing more allá de las solas palabras,
en el significado hondo de sus relevos,
más allá de las líneas de flotación,
en el dibujo sin espacio definido
de tus sentimientos.
Sentir siempre y sobre todas las cosas,
que eres libre.
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