The Fiesta Cabaret of chickens is ongoing
stuck with their umbrellas
Stuck with their permeable waterproof.
His mouth closed sphincter
as loveless.
His legs close together,
Like a compass unused. They are all so
closed barely leave open the heart.
no room for compassion or obscene,
like a kiss with beer or watermelon gum.
looks like a buttonhole, like the eye or the anus.
seems like a no man's land
Or perhaps God.
God knows how to paint the eyes.
are God's eyes.
eyes watching us,
the eyes of our angels. These
chickens are celebrating.
No champagne or no cholesterol. Hopefully
have rheumatism. Hopefully
say hello.
Hopefully the clothes are removed. Hopefully
yell at lunchtime.
These hens,
blue and white crest with gel,
deserve an ax.
These hens,
so good for dancing,
not serve to love. Federico
Krampack
Chile
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Photo: the hell is sweet for 'complex'
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Nicanor Parra
We quote:
Tell me children are Marx? Yes
father
............ Marx Marxen is
many are there? One
Marx +
Where's Marx?
the ass *
.................. on earth
.................................. and everywhere
Hallelujah?
Hallelujah!
* says
read
ass heaven.
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