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Earth in tennis to scream

In the end, you're always just , with the earth on the soles of tennis and holes in the most painful body, smelling the garbage of the street Feeling the hatred that is everywhere watered , supporting the looks on the chest of libidinal frustrations that are being pulled screaming, smiling people, smiling but inside the blood clots are forming, feeling that can be left feeling very strong if you close your eyes and open them all to dress in white.

And want, and believe, and faith moves you and is buried and becomes entangled in every part of your brain, and you're well .. running, loving, wanting so much to life with its ironies face you made in a single stroke.

You look well in the dirty water reflection in a pool in the shade that is drawn on the asphalt and lawns that you are stepping, and you go and stay and a bull in the stomach slips down the throat and makes breathing so difficult that a breath can drown in tears, I look, I recognize, I agree with this tremendous loneliness 'll piggyback loading, which will weigh you down and as if the earth had become a swamp, the tennis stained, holes in the body, the dirty sidewalk, and the cold on my face gets to the heart to remind you you alone.

Fuck!

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Love, hate, pleasure, forgetting, love .. love ... love ...

not worn more than those words that meant so much to be said and are becoming as deep holes, dirty holes.

Silence, we need everyone for a moment, silence be nothing, slowly and quietly become a mystery to solve, even knowing that there is no equation or formula which gives the answer. Silence to observe and listen to the world that crackles like old furniture.

unpunished punishment wake up and are killed in three steps, victims continue to fall, traffickers continue to kill, rape, assault, corruption disguised as you probably already have kidnapped to the brain, grenades explode in unison with the cry of independence and if you do not tomorrow take care give you the grace of a shot, crowds cry, walk, cry, shout and march in silence wearing white, proclaims justice and fairness are walking on the asphalt.

Cities huge, words that are losing their meaning, some are leaving and others are returning home in coffins the other side. The green of the green, own more than half the world remains and is still falling, broken bags of smelly and old jeans. Oxidized statues of those heroes that never existed, those that are lacking and try to find a sleepless night.

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In my first class with Frink .

Gloria:

Dress me the color of your essence

ripe fruit prohibited

devours my lips, open your legs

we play once again to merge

Draw with your hands my back

see, my breast with infinite trace

still shaking all land

and closes with an orgasm this rite

You, my fingers sweet dynamite

you, pace of life in my life

you, blood, clitoris, pores turned

partem and transparent me again

will be adrenaline in my body.

know, are you woman, my desire.

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Freefall

If you do not have the inner freedom, freedom
what else you expect to have?

You open the wings and everyone screams that you're not ready yet, listen to their advice, their opinions deafen you as you try to focus and stare at the point a view from above, at the edge of that mountain which you are about to leave a jump, you see, you feel, you can almost smell and touch, you think only that point on that goal filled with millions of dreams that you have forged and never before felt so yours.

remember so many things, a hundred feelings invade your pores, you start to sweat like you're in hell, a lump in the throat accompanied by the swaying of your arms and legs, blood flows faster than ever, breathe deep and without looking back, no doubt will never again jump into the abyss that everyone fears, warning: it becomes in your grave, but you can only promise to every inch happiness. A sudden gust of wind sets you free, you scream with all the voice that fits your body, you scream until your throat is confused with the cold air hitting your face, turn your eyes mourn so many emotions, time and life away start again in a second, time your soul transmuting, growing, evolving into a free fall in this metamorphosis to freedom.