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ROSES NAILS
Those my eyes, parasites
On each petal of skin,
In a solitary climb
To the other's eyes
Where I would lay down
An imaginary mouth ...
I would feed on them
My eyes, like a worm
On ground ...
But I imagine that mouth
Is a fly on a roses
Surface, then I cry ...
For I think about my hands,
When they touch ...
When they're lookin' for ...
And in pickin' that rose,
The one my tears have wet,
The horror of blood
Spreads upon my fingers ...
Spreads upon my fingers ...
TREMBLIN' APART
I'm dipping feet
In dusk,
Over strawberry fields
Whose passions
Are slowly dying...
Sweet banks I taste
Crying for
Their vanity, gone
In that shame...
Shade on me done...
Lower, tremblin'
Apart,
Fumbling with hands,
Where now
The ground is a little moister...
Beyond these hiccuping
Outlines
Where everything flows
Away,
There's nothing to see
Anymore...
OF A CLIFF AND A WAVE
If you consider
That courage
Is son of fear,
I'm the bravest one ...
If you consider
That strenght
Is frailty's daughter,
I'm the strongest one ...
If you consider
That in every moment
I contradict myself,
Then I am ...
I'm not worthy even
Of a caress from you,
But for the courage
And the strength
Of callin' you again
My beloved ...
WALLS
Inside a stone
I lie alone ...
Into this grave
I fear to bury
Me alone ...
Heart's beatin' fast,
'Gainst the walls-chest ...
It's so absurd,
I block my all
Comunications ...
It's not right
Outside of here
You're maybe very near,
But you: don't scream,
So, please, don't scream,
I cannot hear ...
Material walls,
And then material walls again ...
I close my eyes,
But I don't cry,
To dream the breakin'
And the wind ...
It's not right
WHERE YOU DON'T EXIST
Cannot find you nowhere,
But it's nowhere
Where I'm holdin' my embrace,
I can't believe this face
Is really yours ...
In fact you slip away ...
Heaps of you, everywhere,
As result of my tries ...
I escape, from the space
You fill livin',
Where you don't exist ...
SWEAT
Beyond the limits
Of my re-falls
In me ...
Open fields
I've never seen ...
Far away
Like nearest things
I never reach ...
Faster than
My eyes ...
Speakin' to me ...
Screams are sweat,
And I'm becomin'
Salt ...
I have imprinted
Fogs, outside
Of me ...
From a dehydratin'
Fire ...
The bonds
That make me be
Are broken all ...
All goes
To disorder ...
Speakin' to me ...
Screams are sweat,
And I'm becomin'
Salt ...
IN SEEING HANDS
Give to me a reason
To leave my hands,
Alone, into the water,
Turnin' me away ...
And put your hands
Upon my eyes,
As I wash away
That smell ...
I don't want to touch
Anymore ...
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