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ARggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - Said the poetry and died.

remember watching her funeral by telepathy. Others will see, saw or see on television.
My feeling or my conclusion: Guardespaldas bahhh had already reached your time! How
not die if no one is able to feed?
feed I do not mean poetry. "I do not live by bread alone man, said Pin-Pin.

The illusion! - Added Someone like whispering.
hair stood on end is me and arched my back. I stirred up the whisper, or perhaps what he said.

all went, after the burial of poetry. Everyone but me.
Now guess, because I do not have this part. I'll just say that the old man said - There are people who will not like anything you do!

I went home with the corpse in tow.
hands I melted, the deceased is well camouflaged in my veins, spreading its so distorted sap.

Do I want to kill? His will be done, If that will is a force.
Rggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - I said. Then exhale.

Tic tac, bang-bang, tic tac. bang-bang.
Something has to have the corpse that is carrying my soul, it is impossible to kill if not for a dream.

Obviously, as if it is not sold ... Noma is because you fail!

Well, the clothing side, cloth to cloth, skin to skin.
This is my lifeblood! - Shouted excited. Because nobody likes to stir with spoon different sense of their electrons.
No because that's not tolerance. PERIOD.

And they have killed an old woman to poetry, let me clone. A little about me, a bit of it.

of curiosity - said the whisper.

"Rub joy to my veins, like a cat
injected into the glare of lights.
Nothing is more dead than the subtleties.
Ah yes. Perhaps poetry.
Plastic argues that the public likes,
and the dictionary is distressed because the public is not.
would like to be forgotten in these lakes in the solar proposals;
where nothing is evacuated in the throes of the third resident of the bodies.
square are afraid to tell zero,
and deny their self-exalted platitudes in praise
synthetic possessions of a dead idea that the destiny of life.
register for plants inhabiting my body, I gift
bodies, such as records of a probability.
Sun
understood as an expression which increases your blood and removes their trend. So many relationships
to
distressed me to be the needle hole of my imagination. "

Rggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - I said. Then I was born.

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No Myth ... Tanta Luz

Once an insect wise told me a story:

"When Luz, had a life, he loved to be the epitome of what it should be.
When Life grew, was creating a loop increasingly entrecho Luz.
But as in any family, would come a time that life should leave home and when she did, promising her blessed light eternal company.
delayed Life established without the aid of light, but his powerful will to be led to speak in every language possible. "

... Do not know what to say, the story ended without more, and I felt something was missing. The insect clearly saw through me and said, "That's the story, nothing is missing."

I did not understand. In such a short history, it was only just finding a literal representation. Now much older, I get to see.

"Es When the dust settles and the water touches.
We've seen it once but we have always loved.
No divisions, no mitosis.
What's in She and I, at some point we were one.
More than a wish, is ecstatic suspension.
stroke was enough to start soñarnos.
Wherever breeds manifests languages.
still happens to the sun and the moon, eclipses and even exploited.
Each ingredient provisions of glory communication.
We know, and when we forget, we turn to live.
is an artistic touch with the rigor of its momentum.
We tore the soul that will not understandable. Miracle
think that everything is without head most wonderful
magnet is our nature. "

I opened my eyes, and in front of me ... She
.

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water suddenly fell from the sky, but not some form of precipitation, but was deposited by immersing all in an ocean of splendor.

I decided to go for a swim, then left the comfort of my home and went looking for something that was calling me. I swam for more memory and forgetfulness transcendental to feel that it should stop. When I finally did, I was spreading like moss on a makeshift seat. I took off my wetsuit and I undressed orchestrated flows and ice, then pulled my trap a pocket of memories. We started playing we were getting pretty well capture some of those unattainable, of those moments that pass so very well that no memory clear. E

improvise, and I and several other creatures dance begin to dance like the mud.

"I have seen the dances of the Trees
and complexity of the language of whispers stomach
grew at an infinite time to produce the vital vertigo,
abrsorví me, to my solution in water,
quit government and I went to shake hands,
guessed my sorrows from the opposite of its inertia, electively
and positive results.
wander in the abstraction of my visions
as never before had seen the light.
Now I, but positive;
with my colors, tones and asymmetries
unconcerned with the destination, the confidence
forgotten,
hoping to finally be animal.
I thought I die, but it never happens;
and every time I feel it grow plants in my chest. I
large drives, so frequent
I started to believe I'm living longer lives than the rest.
I have a rush to get, and never
I know where. That makes me deeply happy. "

exhilarated us a delicious dialogue.
Today I had one of the best conversations of my life, and I've been alone all day.