Ahí arriba jugué al aro
con el humo de malas hierbas y la vara de un brazo roto.
Me vine abajo
pero disculpo mi pequeñez a mi pomposo rebote.
Jugué a las cartas
correspondientes al sello del curso de mis días.
Estoy diciendo…
que allí no me esperan de lento que ande
pues ande de vuelta vendré,
si me sube el regazo de un [...]

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Quería ser la estrella polar norteña radiante y mimosa.
Era mi risa osa patosa llevada en carro.
Soy del cosmos no cosmopolita sino astro apocopado.
Un dibujito. Nido de hilo.
La pareja de la vela por un lienzo de perseidas.
Aquella noche la barca trazaba un arcoiris de agua.
Pesado. Plástico. Palpable. Picado. Plúmbeo.
Musa burda y ruda. Sin embargo muda y [...]

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No me queda poema,
floritera, desíme qué me queda…
porque aquí planto
que ce sale el llanto
estrechando a las hojas extracto de sopa.
Dáme una chinita
que yo pudiente del cielo
me hise dos amores de ciudá
más las arras
eran esposas de la oficialidá.
El caballito del tio-vivo no pisa trigo limpio.
Morida me quedé y no sé por quién.
Y vaya que si llega [...]

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–interferencias–
El idioma que digo es blandito en mi boca.
Quiero que el cielo me tape y caminar suave.
No me gusta que al mundo le queden marcas socavadas.
Si renuncio al amor estoy nerviosa y sin valor.
El enigma a alcanzar me atrapa en la vida.
Me guardo pensamientos que lamento haber salvado.
De párpados cerrados sólo me escapo un rato.
Tengo [...]

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                                            at street
to street in little states
                                  sleeps in side
out to watch rising arms
the army of your wearing flag
                               your art can show
how our story starts
get in neutral zone and find a life
                                                   outside
covered by the sunset smile
                      your street will strike
it could be fine
black colours to nightmares
                              correct at tell

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He comes, he’s standing out of my mind                             I make a silly cry
being waiting inside my tears to slide…
                                                                     I slide through the floor until door
Then he’s there                          It’ can’t stop
showing in sense row my weightness hidding howl’s growing of bear pits
He waits, he wants to appart saying that
…only shut up
But he didn’t! I didn’t let it off                                                         That’s not!
We stay [...]

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Hurts like home
sounds like boredom.
 
Cats outdoor
died on fire.
 
                                      Who knows where hotness come from?
 
…ending house kept on touch to one to one popular talk-towns.
 
not to cry
at naturity spread purifing me when they bit my duty-free skin.
 
A new newest life
left a waste of time waited
keeping alive.
 
facing pride as in families died while consuming candles minds.

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Moon could be floating over my hand
having lunch
at home into monster’s stomaches
going round over a river
fishing stars floating as a paper ship
floating as a flying shout
shouting
to somebody come in and to awake
to nobody shake my dream
resting about flowing sky
anywhere I could fly but maybe will be late.
Monster broker.
Travel higher.

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Weeping free this feel the breathe it’s killing in
Sorrows exploding on loaded bodies going on shore on
Upper courageous claim all in besides
HUH
POOR
STUPID
BLOOM

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