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There is a useless word,
dry, papery,
light wound and abandonment.
There is no fossil or skeleton,
or other powerful relic time.
is the map of oblivion and memory, the route made
ash rain shell
violin and sunrises.
He was on the coffee table
after the April blue
finally grant you
infinity of dreams caught my kisses.
A breaking point, yellowish
exquisite corpse in your mouth, hold the stakes
of hours,
capricious winds of loss, and so is becoming
oil, absent
thick between the fingers, the motor
my nostalgia.

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COMPETITIONS OIL SEPARATION IN A BROKEN APRIL

On Thursday, day 24 occurred in Arrecife Oppositions to disagreement within the activities organized by the City on the occasion of the book week . We had a good time and, although self-present to us younger writers and I (you know that politicians do not read much and bad), I was pleased with the reception that took my words and the friends who were accompanying me. To everyone, thank you.

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LANZAROTE





April is broken
and desire
bowl spills into the shadows.

There are traces of fear in the kitchen,
and novels have no hunches
nor
or other forms of saving.
Do not turn around and tell me which is the leakage
my eyes
which poisons the air.

I do not know but still look storm of time, that sheet rocked

infinitely into the distance.

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always knew to expect the last song of the summer,
those in which
am walking with
cardigan by time and the sea was fading
their fervor in the calm blue of September.
Light and dark roasted
every corner of the eye,
and year after year, face to face, hands intertwined
to fall and music

lost in the emptiness of the apartments, on the terraces wept
by the absence
and wound temporary happiness.

will return, say,
without hours on the edge of the bed ,
but the swallows are others, like
August in your face, you bring your kisses

and escape with your kisses
forever, or waves
broken my fingers
on your chest unknown and familiar, known and forgotten

forever.
lose the innocence age
retrieved,
the skin smooth and quiet
west wind.

is the last song,
the last ride,
the last touch of summer.

always knew to expect.

learn.

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