Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Boxer Puppies, Wilson, Nc

beauty and emptiness oblique




Effervescence and ... then the filthy unhinged rage, "that" they want to scream, "that" he wants to destroy everything, "that" ... I remember the toll that divorce me. It reminds me and says much more that desire for solitude, inevitable but cozy. Now the fish must be squirming in the water. A street. Rabies continues

much more rampant, any contact with a stranger disgusts me any indication of words me fastidia…la pierna derecha empieza a alterarse, en mi mano se ven voluptuosos los nudillos, quiero probarlos con alguien…llego a mi destino…continuo mirando mal; mi acompañante llega…ahora, a una funeraria.

Increíblemente la rabia desapareció…un mar de letanías a alguien desconocido retumban en mi mente, me ahogaron, me ahogue…quede como un ser apacible y solemne…sollozos por un lado, llanto por el otro…rostros bañados de esa debilidad humana…ojos a punto de estallar…la “experiencia” acariciaba y regocijaba el dolor de la puerilidad…un suspiro entra en mi pecho y me recuerda el “fin” y la “absolución”…la "Nothing",

A coffin left a dead quiet ... ... the elderly are tired of holding-note to this body with pretensions of sovereignty ... useless! It is better to be out here in there. The old woman's face was tense and distressed, his lips compressed revealed that more words would not have to fly, his wrinkled hands and tired demonstrated how tedious it will cost to live, their eyes ... no more ... I wanted to give back ... I'm leaving empty.

Only a face caught my attention, a fair complexion, red cheeks, lips ... not yet describe a waist-long hair that could ensnare to an entirely uniform, and the great body finitude ... now ... another face, angelic and childlike, his eyes rose, shyness at its best ... I think ... I remember ever having seen it, I never forget a face.