(I'm a tree).
strolled along the beach, the sun hung in the arms of children,
dunes wearing their yellow skirts, life
howled between the thighs of the waves.
Suddenly, he fell from heaven a sad violin furiously tapping my glass. Taking
voice asked my sap their cause instrument.
" attacked because I've cried tears and do not understand. I
passenger trains
lonely and I feel only!.
From this dream car in which I pass
torture and tenderness and love
but I always stop in this past season
who is the head of the poet. "
cried, I cried alone and far
and flapping my arms wet
planted my thin shadow in the shadow of another beach.
The clouds were cries of seven great orgasms,
across the world was made up a clown.
opened the fist (tight, always tight)
and in the palm of my hand I found a child crouching
vindictive gesture that I sang :
"The smile of joy acquitted
and hiss of desire in your brain are
stuff you should not forget,
if you did,
eternity in memory would make
and pirate stories for adults would plug
first one eye winking to die next. "
strolled along the beach with a child in the ears .
Among a bikini and a language I saw two skins that they loved,
light a candle, candle
ship that flies in the flame.
I saw you, woman I water it,
light on each bed.
Tired of both flight and wound
opened blades of grass like,
desperate
the dwarf with the head of candy, but as
looking for love
under stones and scorpions are just slapping the dwarf
I cried
"Tomorrow, the rebellious fish bone
camping in the throat of the dictator,
not drown carnation in the buttonhole of Master
and woman you will love
to hug.
The beauty, dear lover,
never be crucified. "
The dwarf, and calm and smiling, added :
" and God dropped his fly and planets were born. "
And when he came, he left.
Today, at the exact time of this writing,
with a pencil and paper sudándome vertigo
hands, relaxed circle
the eaves of my roof
while trying to discover why the violins and beaches touch me balls,
why my child smile when opened all the fists,
why the adult pay channel
gives me hope when I break the bad shots but
sleep
not want
of the
.
