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received your letter and was glad. I opened it and inside this letter was another letter and I went to cheer. I opened the second letter, but inside it was a third. The envelopes were almost ethereal, like clouds covered with rice paper. This third letter referred to a fourth and a fifth card. In the fifth letter referred to a tenth letter would write three days after you received the answer to your second letter. But the second letter came within the first forwarded it to a twenty-eighth letter would write waving goodbye from me for not having answered the seventh letter, which you said earlier that the six were a sham that would never get to write because I do not deserve it and because my joy to read your first letter you seemed totally fake, it was not true, but it was too late to andARTE convinced of such things after so much time has passed y tantas cartas que sólo llevaban y traían nuestro silencio tan bien dobladito entre papeles blancos...

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tank and is

es un Hopper , claro

¿Cómo explicártelo?

Esto es como...

...un crucigrama sin espacios en blanco, el aplauso rezagado en el teatro, el último verso de José Hierro. O Àngel Gonzalez, word on word, wind, or the guitar.

As the disc turns the lights on the bar, restful sleep on your chest in your embrace. Or sneak gunned down or piss on a fire. As the last kick of the hanged, the signing of a mortgage, trafficker leaving his undefeated through customs.

Embrace newly calved off the taxi at the airport and not look back ...

Or throw the bouquet over her shoulder

fire the last guest or

"leaf color your eyes closed verse."

As off to go ...
seal the envelope with sealing wax,

read a will or press "send."

Pull the string,

sit at the seat in the clouds

and leave your life in the hands of the pilot ...

O in the recycle bin.

Or the end of the transit of Pluto

O

party (with Messi scoring the three-to-two)

Like brushing your teeth before bed, a shout of joy to fuck you, a Martinu by Panocha in Josephus, wish and blow out candles or put a name to a painting, spending the last cent, return your keys to your apartment or get a jump on the subway car about to from and smile.

As Sorolla and a look at three renoir through your camera that caught my eyes, I knew I was alive after the little death, not Romeo Juliet wake up (I know that the reverse was tremendous). Or be the Oscar de Bardem, a jug of cold water, a "not what it seems", kisses in the dark in a hotel in Madrid ..

As escribirnoslo ten times ten, and pixels.

As the clock reveals to us on each tick, tock in each of his final silence: this is resolved.

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dream

After a whistling sigh your name, I try to catch their breath and shot me a plane. I do not know why or care to know. Will you want to travel inside and bring out my feelings, bring them out when he does find the exit. But do not give to her, she flutters aimlessly for hours, loaded with 430 posts causes me anxiety and nausea. I'm about to vomit. Among vomiting I see a green sky and a bamboo pale green moon like me like me dizzy, throwing up like me. And the plane is transformed into a red rocket landed.

I hallucinating because it reminds me your cock clavándoseme ...
I recall how I turned softness to caress your lips, vibro with your determination to plant it deep inside, this time in a crater on the dark side that no one discovered.

The moon vomits more air force and I take cod and between crumbs, fruit sauces and indigestible risotto, the rocket that was a while Airbus is spread at my feet in a stream of lava that flows like a fountain of my stomach, premature family, no accident, as a sprinkler on the lawn green garden of my hair, now completely green as the moon and me and the sky.

And you are one of the passengers disintegrated between peas and piquillo peppers.

I get to drink water . Has left the sun , I curl up again, stuck to your butt and your back and sleep, and all blue

Thanks for the pictures to E. Xie, E. Schildt and C. Margeli