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Naima - John Coltrane
EL JUKY (OSVALDO LAMBORGHINI)
I have terror of demons
I want to say on Sundays
Dear!
Delight transformed into pure delicacy
and voluptuousness: modesty.
The gazelle grew wings.
Sprinkled with sugar for nights
Sweetness!
In morning hours or mid-days
it's time to clean: just like the baker, Lugones,
cleans her little house.
Doll!
It's good to go to a country where there are many logs
and where the o is a circle, some letter,
but
Young Lady!
if those ice blocks spoke
this plain would say
Another man!
And I'm sure I'll kill him with your own hands.
And yet I am Oedipus
An Oedipus who kisses the feet of his hanged mother
Who hangs from her legs to stop the swaying of that body
That hangs from a rope
And kneeling
Lame Lenguea
With his only tongue
Possible language
The still warm vagina of his hanged mother
In the crucial moment.
***
Slight desire to introduce, stunned
The remaining penis in the vaginal patina
And then adore the celestial dome.
The Greeks were coming, those innocent children of the plague.
They lit the fire and spat out the thorns,
Not in a hotel room, not in this one,
That smells like an apple and is deserted by porn show
For the most beautiful, for her,
For the most beautiful,
For the most trina,
For the jewel:
Helena, Helena of Troy,
Mother of God and dancer.Ecstasy and dose and rhyme
and a class of self-absorbed weasel
that I'll have to give tomorrow despite the peak.
I'd like to be Jewish
and morning and transsexual like the Spirit,
and not this wren, this marked sparrow
that smells of horror even when it disguises itself as Cupid.
Naima - John Coltrane
EL JUKY (OSVALDO LAMBORGHINI)
I have terror of demons
I want to say on Sundays
Dear!
Delight transformed into pure delicacy
and voluptuousness: modesty.
The gazelle grew wings.
Sprinkled with sugar for nights
Sweetness!
In morning hours or mid-days
it's time to clean: just like the baker, Lugones,
cleans her little house.
Doll!
It's good to go to a country where there are many logs
and where the o is a circle, some letter,
but
Young Lady!
if those ice blocks spoke
this plain would say
Another man!
And I'm sure I'll kill him with your own hands.
And yet I am OedipusAn Oedipus who kisses the feet of his hanged mother
Who hangs from her legs to stop the swaying of that body
That hangs from a rope
And kneeling
Lame Lenguea
With his only tongue
Possible language
The still warm vagina of his hanged mother
In the crucial moment.
***
Slight desire to introduce, stunned
The remaining penis in the vaginal patina
And then adore the celestial dome.
The Greeks were coming, those innocent children of the plague.
They lit the fire and spat out the thorns,
Not in a hotel room, not in this one,
That smells like an apple and is deserted by porn show
For the most beautiful, for her,
For the most beautiful,
For the most trina,
For the jewel:
Helena, Helena of Troy,
Mother of God and dancer.
Ecstasy and dose and rhymeand a class of self-absorbed weasel
that I'll have to give tomorrow despite the peak.
I'd like to be Jewish
and morning and transsexual like the Spirit,
and not this wren, this marked sparrow
that smells of horror even when it disguises itself as Cupid.
9 comentários - Nyctophillia 11!
Muy bueno compañero...
Las imágenes son bien originales !
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
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Excelente amigo @InvisibleT!! Estos son los post que hacen la diferencia en P!