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Eve (2000)

Miro camera.
My smile is made of salt. A salt
where I stand.

Raymond Carver

I become ceremonious
have left to interest
noises the silence of the other

prefer a glass hanging around my house without breakfast unfinished

brag about it to be quite lonely
quite old after all

even without sufficient gait perhaps

Furthermore

mood recovers

for now I do not aspire to more routine
my unmade bed and reassembled
a certain exuberance that leads to closed windows
the bite of salt
harassed me to brush my teeth begging
after many days
ceremonies too many closures




if left
a man only after and eternity


fixed in its minimum condition


discarded if
never stay for more postponed the trip
the

shatters if there is infinite and we saw we
and explain to me the secret
just keeps lighting and just full of bull


if there
and could get away

not want to snuggle up only one without words


A Miguel Angel Campos




have been uncertain
sinful strife have led to that terrible fear dislodged


have
fifty-four years to complete just half

jumps I have been assigned to be famous



even venerable but have not encountered a few bleeding
morning but did not get


never get turned thirty fifty


seventy years may be horrendous mock




on the eve of any important event
except anger and my deserts

defend his teeth to escape the permit in case I get bored
lack the journey amended

spoken with many shying

insist my applause
the delay that crumb

expected symptoms of a rash heat back



I use make up by black sandals and chew on film

seems to me to go dry


dismembered rock or male dress



enough fist

enjoyment
downplaying everything came
everything was strange word now


that contained my weakness

ways to hurry and have




something
revenge on climate
my body and unnecessary habit
tribal sight close

begins
gloating extract anything worth anything


laziness travels I do not want to go out to fetch the salt
a border

seduce me
the austerity of my room finally
bats crack the tub
that warm surge the three p.m.

but the sensitivity is high
a negligible possibility
prefer hardened me haggard

shower contempt



lost the rigor of the flight

just say when godliness is bone


say a little more time performing there with the brash but only


have the courage to look for the only window that gives
south
and tremble for blood
fit us all for mourning


then it may hold delays



words fall to be grumpy gate
reduced membership



a river walk along the river
be


through the same face


be fairly sane at least bearable


silent night