CHAU M.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Brazilian Squirting February
M. CHAU Fierro
hits ice on my neck.
hurts your skills as you move your nails.
I did not expect, perhaps because it shows other poison.
It always was the blind man who looked the other ground floor
absurdity of exporting
tenderness my soul awarded for a farce. Capital
of my darkness, there
owners rally dwarfs silent ring the doors of the future.
I did not support my ear to listen and defecated in my throat
all his might, and looked up to walk in the morning I cried boring crap. I was a pig
wanting to become the delicious ham ever come back tested. and now I'm the jockey riding your longing, and coming at least for hours,
by the time that passed between your prose and my verses.
The lie raises his arms to heaven because fear
sold a story of evil plans, full of anger, violence
used to show me.
She plays in the rich sauce condiments that taste
looking, I dressed the same paprika pepper to taste
tongue to touch her breasts and feel the owner
of his bed, his face and his shell.
Make him feel that he will not be able to feel that burning, but
the bottom of my desire lies an egalitarian idea that banishes
the key marked by the fingers of my sincerity. Chau
m, take the dessert in a bag, my fingers and my
milongas and about to dump cart of melons playful did not want to test. Chau
m. walk to find a place where the contracture of your feet do not make you miss me where your freedoms prostitutes did not make the dumb and hard to grow to the sky of my exile. Chau
m. Mercenary
Argentina AgustÃn
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We quote Charles Bukowski:
(American poet and novelist born in Andernach, Germany, in 1920, moved to Los Angeles, USA, 1922)
Embrace the darkness
Confusion is the
god is the god of madness
permanent peace in life is permanent peace
death.
The agony can kill or
can sustain life but peace is always horrible
peace is the worst thing
walking talking smiling
seeming to be.
not forget the sidewalks,
whores,
betrayal,
the worm in the apple,
bars,
prison suicides of lovers.
here in America we assassinated a president and his brother,
other president has left office.
People who believe in politics
is how people who believe in god:
air sipping straws twisted
there is no god there is no peace policy
no love there is no control
plans
stay away from God remains distressed
slide.
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