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Cuerdo Camino
Cabeza Caida
Caminante Claro
Coscorrón Calcáreo
Creo Canibal
Como Comida
Calzo Cuarenta
Creo Culminar
Comodo Calido
Creyente Coco
Curiara Carcomida
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
Barricadas rotas....
It was all once bright jewels
And glittering sand
The oceans have ravaged
And strangled the land
Waste fills the temples,
Dead daughters are born
The presses are empty
The editors torn
Whose husband was the first to fall?
Who died the worst death of them all?
How many splinters in each separate band?
How many stations in the final hand?
Now gather up sea shells,
And write down brave words
Your prayers are unanswered,
Your idols absurd
The seaweed and the cobweb,
Have rotted your sword
Your barricades broken,
Your enemies lord.
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espacios de seguridad..?....todos caen
Epitafios Eternos.....
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.
lunes, 24 de noviembre de 2008
lunes, 17 de noviembre de 2008
3 P-sones
viernes, 14 de noviembre de 2008
Esto es Drama...puro drama...no?
Sentado en el comedor, sin comer
pensando en voz alta
perdiendo el tiempo irrecuperable, a drede
y me provoca,
si me provoca dar un solo y simple alarido
o lanzar un hueso al aire, a lo Kubrick
ante tanta inanición y desesperanza
ante la naturaleza, pero humana
es triste
amanecer así
en esta habitación neo-clásica en pleno siglo XXI
triste
viernes, 7 de noviembre de 2008
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