Can You Wash Polos With Your Hands

Balas Salva

Shoot!

Do not hesitate, shoot me a shot that I have no doubt, turquoise shot in the street with no name, no number. Amidst the blood pouring from the sky, clouds soaking, while shouting suicide cataracts are lost.

hugs it rain purple tulips, purple kisses

,

unhinged wailing, sighing

be coy,

looks manic,

evaporating moisture in your legs.

Shoot!

Without hesitation, kill me with one stone, I have no fear, lime green shot, anonymous street bar ever. Do not make me laugh and show me your melancholy eyes, I have no more than this and these feelings hieratic gaze lost in aimless fate. Stop looking for me that I have no address, telephone number or e-mail. Forget the sweet milk of kiwifruit market, incense and coffee mornings. Just let me

a bullet, a bullet

saves

a silver bullet.

Let me die.

How Long Do Salmon Fillets Stay Fresh

Seeking the dead of my past

to seize

each of them,

I leave eight letters

-Pledge-

and assaulted the city

leading

our blood in every corner

; of the streets.

I seize their wandering souls
the sole purpose of

imprison

mental cage.

The desire of torture

while my dry lips, invade

omens

; of my dead.

Teller family sins

-My sins,

and see

dissipate in the path he took Ulysses

; to get to hades.

papers are wrinkled

of our memory,

ink tired of my words

dried on the asphalt of the city Roma. Bamboleo

coins

; Shawl-spent-

turn my feet Flemish

read the bodies of my ancestors

augur literature

books,

of these times.