Funny Reply To A Wedding

I make love to

books every day

-if I could, "

not afraid of indecent words,

or their worlds vain

or hell

that for years I expected

by blasphemous.

not if I feel anxiety

of this lonely life

-I chose-

; ; simplemente                                                  

accept that reality.

I do not need anything,

not even you,

if any

existed or will exist a

You .

once said:

never get married.

But I was the first to do so.

I am married to my books,

with my stories,

, with my characters

this room.

are my lovers

books,

never settled for a

if I can have many

"I always said.

A book does not say

meaning

only what is written.

are read

also smelling,

; ; tocándolos,

manoseándolos,

Making them love!

; ; I do not need anything else.

Pleurisy With Heartburn

Exiles

"I'ma rasta 50%, 50% Stone"

Raston Suburban Resistance

(1) sleep
undaunted riots in the city, rest
buildings,

stone statues and silver-barely-

a drunk on the pavement, a whore

corner and an air of old memories
with loose silhouettes.
I stand in full stampede
exile with my brothers Raston.
himself
seedy bar ever,
temptation at every corner
-leaving putrid drop-in new pleasures

on new trends.

no longer the weed,
or guilt, or fear
.
Just me!


(2)
death is triggered, the days absent

(I know you do not see it)
roads are frightened, the ailment

survive (maybe tomorrow you can understand)
failing to deconstruct the time
for us next.
Nothing.
Street our steps
my exile,
(or rather, my self-imposed exile)
and tonight in the Tunnel,
our night.

And only the wind dared
dare challenge us.
You have to pay!

(3)
Marx's day,
but no stones, or tires
,
neither this company, not the utopia

Street
only our exile.