How Do I Hang My Scarf Valence

Dalila la de Facebook, la de Messenger, de todo lo virtual.






Dalila of Facebook, the Messenger, of all virtual.


I think when I sleep and I sleep when I think
she takes pictures with his fingers
and to my temple has to be inserted in the brain
she paints pictures with his eyes and transports
to my ears with its simple
words also desperately yells words like:

FOOL!
vBulletin
IDIOT!
CRAZY!

she pulls out her knife and repeatedly stabs
insert it into my memory
and says
"not to I forget "
she sits next to me and love me baby my tears

gets drunk and dance for me while I sleep


while I think she appears in my dreams and draw hearts on my notebook with a pencil

blue are buried in the garden and we were catatonic.


II do not even think they do not even sleep she
is looming or pinch your nose out of my window and I
aloud "conchadesumadre"
beam the last book you read
before me the trees and sky
wet clothes that have washed
and I repeat "conchadesumadre"
is she who
reappears in
rainwater soak back once again the horrible

freshly washed clothes.


III - I
- sleep
- curse
- scribbling
- as
- meo
-
shit - as
- scribbling
- curse
-
sleep - I

IV
in the kitchen

in pans on
skinning potatoes in the murder of onion odor
in the
sausages in oil
singing in the ovoid shape of the eggs
in the wine I drink the cup
killer
in claim
get dirty floor in the fire-breathing
I do not believe in it.

V
oranges in the dishwasher wet and stained

she does not have this juicer
not have the orange tree in the courtyard
putea less trash left from the night before the walls lined


old and senile

about to fall it is not
salt freshly squeezed juice drink sweetener sugar orange
dirty in the dishwasher
that she has diabetes

I state and I will give it
may dispose of me
the face and say:
"There have in your mouth (and all bloody)
to remember me"


VI
I think when I sleep and sleep when I think
surgeon will remove it from its case
scalpel that cuts the streets of
and leave my house in two
I give away half of my bed
half of my body and
paint pictures with my eyes
will take them home they will love

and half of my body will lie
half asleep in bed, she keeps

while I do not even think
not even sleep .

Leonardo Arturo Ramirez
City

Chile ----------------------------------------

----------------------------- Peter Paul Rubens Painting

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