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is autumn ...

moon

full

filled with tears

and indifference feeds every gesture

is autumn

and lights

of window

loneliness I spit in the face

your glass body

never touched

by light

vibrates thirsty

and my feet never

reach to kiss your shadow

I feel you in every sound

every word

every dark corner of my soul

wandering as a penalty

a blunder

is autumn

in the soul

and no gray sing

warmth

the clouds

visited the lowest level of heaven

strange

caresses

your wise hands

your eyes of tenderness and passion lit

shake your desire

cast my seed

is autumn

and my mouth

already lost his smile

as a leaf

detached trunk

I would have you

and on good days

sun shining

birds nests

the simple tenderness of your gestures

but so long ago the baby was frayed

and time began

to pierce that love to break ...

I would have you and I can not

is fall in the streets

squares

the sidewalks

but above all

is autumn in my heart

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Dream ... FROM

Dear friends, in my own country of arable land have decided to have the right to starve the rest and cut routes and refusing to supply the market demand of increasing their income. The majority, almost always the case as viewed from the grandstand while the media lie to protect their interests.
The right and always knows who are the bat, and some left (Maoist and Trotskyist few others) is confusing to landowners and the peasantry.
Meanwhile, some unsuspecting still believe that when it defends the right to multiply without limit the capital, even at the cost of hunger and exclusion of thousands, we support freedom.

eyes looking

warn snatch
claiming justice
a bowl of soup.

looking timid hands on bread

emphasis on the dignity
and stone free to all colleagues
roadblockks not
on behalf of goodwill Men

women working children
insolent when the miracle does not decide expendable capital
growing love live and die waiting
a dawn dream of equality and
who walk every day
our very streets and sidewalks

Forgotten no
marginalized nobodies that any minister putean not
because not even know their names Those
hardly hear about the shortage of milk
or lack of fuel
I do not even know that that dream a few nights

as a science fiction movie

called revolution

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Friends, this was one of the first post of Words ... and therefore I think many of you do not need to have read.
This poem I wrote one morning, sitting in the drizzle of a cold winter, looking at a window and wish to share with you.

Split. Starting

is no more than that.

split segmented

fragment.

Leave a little one here and take the rest.

Leave a lot of one here and take the rest.

Split.

part is more than that.

break

milled

shatter.

Desenterarse

get free and get rid of.

dismembered

Split is neither more nor less. Recreate

Renacer

recreation. Become

back to force mutilation. Become

new accessions to force

Seizures.

Create from dispossession.

Growing from dispossession.

Parting is less and more than that.

Parting is divided

Multiply

Visitors.

Delivered in fractions and the whole time.

growth

Parting is

Birth

is calving.

Split Love

is miraculous Jesus broke

breads

Che Jesus, that there was no hunger,

and I left your side

Love

For that to happen exactly the opposite.

you're hungry for me.

you to be hungry.

increasingly hungry

increasingly large

Hunger

And

Love