The books came out fertilized with words. Silk cocoons. Chapters to come out. Page by page. They danced to the rhythm of the origins. The origins unraveling. The wind time unraveling. Last time train. He sticks his tongue out mockingly in the distance. Always sowing fields of words. A dry land eventually drying. Until the leaves fall from the cobs. They drip from...
Of the tenor I know. Every time. The afternoon. The water falls. That's why. A river of mute gods fosters its banks. Flooded godlands. With our hands to the touch we saw. With our waiting body. Your points of contact. emotion points. predisposed. to our meetings. Of distant rain. From the end of the continent. His taste suddenly out. Suddenly out of my...
Metaphors of original chaos
Have you already forgotten the other from the first donation, Eliseo?
domingo, junio 19, 2022 I watched with silence. Like the one who sees without looking. No instrument. With invisible silence. The vegetables of the animals enter the write. Falling into himself. Within the silence not emptied of itself. Accumulating silence in its leaden continent. As love feigns greed. Along paths that intensify the march of the feet. So I sit in the dream. Now the sum of...
When you put with everything inside. Among those here I stand. Here I see you. Take off the loving leaves of the trees. To leave enough breathing holes. From sleeping corners. Who speak the language of dreams. In its beginnings before the common language. Where no one still lives as a subject. In his role as nobody. They talk dreams to each other.Autobiographies....
Mutism wide open in the mouth. In the darkness of its plot. In the perseverance of the mirror. Childish words. It carried several articulated tongues at the root of the pharynx. Shortly before the exit of its segments as prolongations of the viscera. In all places of shelter. He returns the disoriented face without understanding the looks that fall on him. He had...
Between head head accesses open. A cultivation of the land of blood. The image returned to the mirror. All liquid looking. New and thin. They are possible when you come. From heart and foolishness you come. Such a well-known day of silent heart. That it should not be night. Of the maybe Where the howling disappears. Without knowing what howls they are. Round...
Dirty metaphors not fit for readingHands in hands follow one another without interruption as if it were possible in oblivion to write against the remains invented by the tricks of the mind. They have no doubts like all the doubts that they themselves without shame in their certainty doubt like those that during the iron faith doubt without doubting that the same doubt...
Dirty metaphors not fit for readingDrop the proper name. Shredding your epidermis. The promiscuity of the contamination of parasitized names. Vulnerable names that fail to install themselves. Their phonemes parasitize by interfering with sounds. The words, birds of prey, captured in the cages of the dictionary definitions take care of the desertion of the causes of the cases or the dissection of the...
Metaphors not suitable for readingGoverns the metamorphosis of silence. Valves are also pressure dependent. Cerci atrophic. Already the aerial long roads. Multichamber trunks. Secretions from a trachea. Spiral elastics. They function simultaneously as unique. Invagination of the ends of the meaning of words and their groupings to restore the continuity of the supposed text. Through its channels, its trades. Robust musculature of the...
