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But outside TÃ? Wheat leather lunasino wheat were you, I amaraa the same way that I love you now, at this moment, in this rock. Sheet sky, white and withered, but were you I will amaraa before nightfall, as the drop of water falling crystal. But outside of the tà º universoque light crackles in the desert rido Ã, mÃa I loved you amaraa from the tip of the iceberg until it was time to sleep. Moon of bells, stars Fugitive your hands the sky, blue, cloud tardÃa wind. But were you to amaraa similarly, the way you are I love you and teamarÃa, but were your candle enlivens me. Tà º but outside the perfume that stirs the waves. Tà º but outside the reef where the butterflies are lost wounds, I amaraa gravarÃa skin and a rainbow of roses. But you were equally tà º, in the same way, in this sky, this time I amaraa you, dear beloved.

MEADOWS OF TEMPESTADLloran là the Rivers with the tears of the à muertosgimen trees to see How long will this war vientosobre sun and the meadows of the storm? Sauces running through the water in search of a beach, hands being wanted to be agitated, which is filled breast nostalgia How long battle over the winter sky, even when the là º gübre loneliness? Union will ³ n de solitude at the edge of silence, broken and torn by the cry of a loved one crying for mercy.  ¿A dà ³ nde will stop them dead, our dead from the crystal star? Vos of the bird that sings in the mountains ± avos ancestor goodness that moans and cries. Arenal cliff over their bodies and debris flying hawk n infinitely thick with mysteries.  How much of you when nià ± o Memória resonate in tear-stained white sheets of the story? MUERTEComo throes of hounds devour us in the waiting room of history, making the task of the tragedy of being in the middle from nothing. Humanity suffers the throes of death and rushes alprecipiciode irreparably. Valley withered feelings. Cage pà jaros fire in the mills of the time. Ã? Tree withered leaf litter on the blood of innocent blood that evokes and screams, crying blood liberaci ³ n. CAA rumbling ± ones, rifles, shrapnel. Exploits meat and spreads the pain and grief. The earth opens and roars at its nauseating pain. Moans, wails the torch in the hands of the poor and the wind cries of late about the demise of dreams ± os. Trail of blood and tears shed on the ground. Was the cry horizontal, vertical dolorcuando death was advanced on the area of your eyes on the prairie of your womb and secular life. Spectrum bleeding in the Antec your camera dÃas, death will come, the shadow will cover us for the sufrimientoy nià ± o fly to infinity. IN CAUTIVERIONoche who sings in his sleep, MelodÃa anointed his exile. Kidnapped ³ n is its heart, the breath of his voice, his whole body. Helplessness in its aridity and its silence. Kidnapped is in the immense solitude of the desert. Forest moans and colors around you, do you subdue like ghosts. Oh splendid night aparicio ³ n invades his torment. And muted voice crying in pain and impotence. Rifle black mouth watching you, Fire Fire, the cry of terror pasi ³ No asleep. Tsunami intact on your skin that is burned with pain. Motley mat repressed tears. Sentiment that flies in space and time. Carabela in flames of his love, which roars sutormento Sea. Your daas are eternal in the cà º Spide confinement. Recipient of the second gübre stars invade your pasi ³ nFor freedom on the air, wind, For your kids, the essence of your concern.

PALABRASLas words take refuge in the verse of your skin, My words will belong only to you, the wind rose. Be short words I dedicate my kisses to your skin, Ã? Defuego stick. He releases the bird’s your breasts in my dedosY emit words full of desire. Your words are mine. Invades your territory, it travels through your eyes © s of the time And there are words that are sonnets. Your words echo in MA-, are your livelihood. My words till the path of your lips. Words like golden wings and fire. The sound of the wind passes through toy ³ n © s of your hair. Plows, Water, Rock, pineapple © lakes, waves, words and silence. Our words unite us in the bottom of the Prolongació words are abismoTus ³ n of feeling, My words are the echo of my fleeting desire. YOUR ENREDADERA am LABIOSYo Charcoal light in your hands. I am clay in your pestaà ± as. I am pasi ³ n between your lips. I am and stop being in your path. I am the fire of roses, I am the flame that tà º turn off with your kisses. I’m Aunt tusmanos anvil ± in my desire. Roof of your rain poured in your tears of silence. I am the essence of the seed that fertilizes your belly, CA liz blood of your breasts. I ± o truth and deception, lies and care. I have the afternoon light in your eyes, Of the night wind in your hair. Creeper from your lips, I am. Poems by your words, I echo. I’m your ventanaCuando spring broke on your body. Swirl in the blue curve of your cuellolucià © rnaga that fades when you are away. I echo that whispers on your cheeks, and much more that I’m s. So although I’m not when deseassoy. PUSH TO ME ALL SILENCIOTodo pushes me silencioLas faded voices of the dead. Cries litter enclosed in bà ³ veda time. Shut me push the à ojosCuando your trees weep for my torment. Everything pushes me into the abyss of silence, Your words of fire that gravitate like swords in the shadow of my secrets. A silence speaks the fig tree in their desvelosY the cicada calls for my voice, the voice of silence. Everything leads me to think about the madness of the land, In the cry of the beggar. . . Be quiet, everything is Iron-A vile contempt. Song of withered voices, words desteà ± trips, Voices bleeding beneath the smoke of your incense burner. Wind Song wounded wave of fire. Cloud gags me and lean my lips. Everything leads me to the reef silencioLa bayonet with black wings with his rifle death cry. The tamborque crying in the wilderness And the voice of my ancestors. BATTLE OF HEAVEN AND FUEGOMonologo of syllables in the Antec camera lucida of my sleeplessness. Death comes under the mantle inviernoo lens of sonnets is a pentagram drawn to four strokes on the fate of lost dreamlike ± o. Consciousness translucent, vague and efÃmera of what life is. Soul Strike the rock dana feelings. Sueà ± os boat that the waves of the winter flounder. Death comes dressed in the tears, pain, regret. The oÃdo I sing to the stars of your fears, I’ve heard moaning in your belly desires. Battle of the sky and fire is death. Dweller in the shadows is death. Drop of blood is death. Bolt of muerte mystery is death Is it the legend of the pà jaros? Lakes of blood running under the ground hidden in the aspirations, the fears surrounding the life, love, kiss. Steel armor dye vientovienes immunity chance to steal the breath of life. Palpito of power that subjugates and confounds me, buried their daggers ndome bleeding silence.

FOREST OF? GRIMASLa death is a Free open, no wallets, no moorings. It is a cry of Poetry in the late winter. Versa-ass pain or merry-a. At the expense of love of death is Prophethood, the stigma, is the bond of Pasi ³ n bleeding. Death is a mystery box, bottle of wine is almost always green cow. Unanswered Questions, death is Prophethood. Forests of tears falling on your lips suelode open duel. Death is rapture of love, kisses and dormant passions. TÃ © Mpano of ice on the skin withered, fog that burns like a wound. Tea open sore on the time clock. At the expense of love, death is a crystal tear on the evening of your eyes in fear. Luna white spotted black velvet. Song of wind and sky over the steppes of memories. The death is the dagger of misfortune, of eternal love. Insomnia as a perennial drag seagita ³ n fire.

LABYRINTH OF FUEGOTrigo gold is and is not in my hands,  ¿Hacia donde direct my steps?  Under what copper sky? BahÃa of love that spreads like a distant memory. While hovering between life and death. Sueño ± os de chimeras open like the veins of the earth, they distill the sap of the flower in perpetual spring. Beyond the horizon of your hands kissing. Beyond the wail of your good pleasure fuegola mazes apple shadow of fear over your eyes. Creaks the CAA ± à ³ n and the hordes in the flesh withering silence. The word is blood, the word is terror, the word is again the fairy silence Crepúsculo asleep on your lips. Scream that drowns in the cesspool pà º trida of the dead, where there is no life, just shrouds of your beautiful breasts. Time unexpected pain and anguish. Singing to be a butterfly and pineapple Jade © Lake.  Where are our dead? SOUND NOCTURNOEstupor intoxicates, winged illusions of yesterday ³ n à ³ stick dipped in your eyes. Night sound, light, day fano on your lips. No doubt your love, do not doubt your kisses. I doubt the afternoon, the open ocean whitecaps, black foam. Beach sueà ± os. Arabesques on your eyes, clouds. Whirlpools in your hair, honey. Hollow in your breasts, desert. I do not doubt your love caresses uncertain. Shadow of lethargy in your skin, dà © jame touch with the tip of your silence desecrate icebergy Pasi ³ n. Creature of the night round my shadow. No one will understand your death red kisses. Bless your body in white full moon, I love your silence in the night silencioy let me invade. Ode to love over thy bed. I sleep in your words, your desire and habit soyescarcha of your skin.

SOURCE AMARGAFuente eternal suffering that arises from the earth. Source of my blood fluyecomo screaming and swirling winds over the steppes. Laser source of my tears is the cry of the night your skin mutilates lily. In the twilight of your eyes the blood cansadafluye time. Distance pilgrim of your bitterness and your memories. Ellipsis of a storm of suffering that you invade and burn like fire, is the bitter source of your pain and your love. You’ve written about white pà gina your fantasies and history emerges a ghost oscuracomo proud and blood. Dogs barking in the distance of your kisses biting hours of time and deepen your suffering. Unprinted pages stained with blood, blood of my people queamordazado going to the scaffold. Fiercely mad, A gag covers her mouth and your blood flowing, my blood the voice of time. ODE TO THE WORDS I dedicate these palabrashija wind and space rock on your words pielahincadas my kisses. I like the dedicated mà s gratifying poemarevestido of chimeras, the almÃbar of your breasts. Seà ± ales tiempobajo and wishes of the skin that is filled with mysteries. The words belong to you are the anchor of my complaints, the strength and race ³ n feeling. Words filled with science, acia ENSO ± ³ n and silence. To you these words accompany her melodic ± an miedosque your throat as your beautiful chrysanthemums. Wreath in the afternoon, the evening where the wind whispers. Grotto of bells that fall on your skin, as a wellspring of desire. Words that cut your breath, flowing as pazsobre haven of your fears. Huellade words that mark the evening in your sleepless nights, the lonely place where evoquesun new world.

SI MORIRSi see me see me die under the shadow of the essence of mivida Ltime’s needed not regret. If you saw me leaving for a place in the shadow of alejadodebajo hawthorn llorarÃa in vain. If you saw me screaming at your side apagarÃa My voice like distant thunder. Afternoon shade is extinguished and off under your feet tired. You will not have-a sense of love and tears. Haven of kisses sleeping under the eaves, on the evening of your eyes tired. If you see me groan under your skin hands encrespadomis star drown in contact with your lips. Flower of the night at his mourning and Pasi ³ n à © Xtasis. You are what you never had and never will, cà º Spide’re the longing, the dreamlike or my temoresLa ± là mpara song that burns my hands. If you saw me sing under the spell of your breasts, will fire sonnets as the daddy destellosde ³ n porosdel burning in your delusions of your desires. We would devient eddies, clÃmax burning of eternal love, but the moonlight intoxicates us and we must start in the boat of silence.

EXILIOEl sun knows no exile, nor pain your lips at night it germinates. The stars in your eyes fade comocampanas wandering vagabond. Woven fabrics of pain in your hands that twitch of helplessness, of bitterness. Liz you a comfortable poured into the paths of life. liz really comfortable and mourning. A duel of death with the guitar on your lips that cry, and expands your cry like bouquets of flowers lying dormant in your skin. Eres la seà ± ora, the madam, the essence of LaVERDAD burning in the consciousness of humanity. Và © Arctic fears and anxieties, comfortable ntar of hidden truths. Eres la seà ± ora, the ear is folded in silence, in the greatness of the Almighty. You are the candle, the tea consumed in the steppe of the fears. Eres tà º wave the bloody essence of a truth that hurts and wounds of a society on the run. BESOUn ONLY A kiss is nothing, a kiss is all a kiss ³ n is the expression of love, the essence of desire. A love kiss, just one week besoen in rose, in the wind. A kiss of dew in your hands, a kiss of love between your lips, just a kiss before saying yes, before you say no, before leaving, just a kiss before morirJaula of love in the heavens, crunchy under your arbor senoscuando my kisses desciendencomo Baiba fuegoal rivers of your sonnets. A kiss, just one kiss. . . . HORDE HAMBRIENTATiempo verses, filed with blood, while stirring in my cloudy ³ n manoscuando the death of my flesh avalanchasobre on miespÃritu. . . MAA collapses ± ana, the shadows fall like clusters of stars bleeding. Your sigh of nià ± os miedoy the run with her big eyes open. This afternoon and stirs my soul as man vientoel swirling about his look perdidaha reached war-hungry horde miseriaLaberintos where doubt arises as an eclipse of fear, it’s time, is the moment when the beast arises from the center the hands tierracon hungry, cos its jaws fuegoTiempo of verses that echo unravel in syllables, words bleeding, wounded by rifle despreciodel spits me deepen my torment balasque LAND NADIEEstoy disconsolate weeping, flame of pain as its epicenter. I’m screaming but no one answers, Extensibility Extensibility is the winter on my skin, is the helplessness of my almaante war. The blood of my brother sprinkles, dictionary cries of anguish eimpotencia. I’ma à Eagle, I am a bird that soars in his espÃritu on earth and moans and cries, but nobody listens. OÃdos torn by hatred, by the barbarity that is imposed as the design of sadness. The distress comes to Ma and me shelter in his grim silence, as agonÃa. bayonets and rifles that thrive mi alegría, my voice and my words. Diary of a village submerged in agonÃa, slowly, day by day the cruel. Falling bombs like clusters of stars of fuegoy shredded skin cries nià ± o. Sea and waves of pain. Deep wounds that will not heal with time. Eats my brain the thorn that sticks in my being and deepened my pain.

HONDAMENTEPermÃteme seal the silence of the night with a kiss, with a warm kiss and a deshojaruna tears of our thoughts. PermÃteme to dress in your liba © lula senosy crackle like a caterpillar on your skin à © bathroom. . . PermÃteme seal the opening pink lips fuegocon Entus a simple but warm kiss. . . PermÃteme beautiful nià ± a sigh as you look deeply, a sea of illusions, the dreamlike night boat ± oy worn on the pages of history record with the tint of silence, the gloomy silence of a kiss. . . . PermÃteme be in you ermitaà ± o, the friend, the confidentePermite scale the summit of your fears and your breath purify my thoughts day orphans. Crystal Hollow is in your drunk as pubisque No fire volcano. PermÃteme be maa ± ana in my hands tormentocuando fumbles, when you fall like Rivers by pielhasta summit until abismola madness and desire. Allows QUISIERAYo would be free as doves fly but my hands are tied behind No land, a land of fire and blood, a land that speaks for itself, a land that is magenta in my eyes when the voice is stilled delpueblo. I would be comfortable on the pavement NDOR cabellonegra your night of love and sex, but my voice quivers in the fence and shut the muerteque roars when it expands the spectrum, spectrum of poverty, hunger, unemployment, no sound on voice ± as the mountains in the gang heading fà © ± a crystal of your lips of hay. Check in your beautiful dame walks, Pena © trame as the ax to the tree © jame pour all my alimentosignos, sounds, breath-stained grooves and love.

THE BALANZATengo in my hands the scales of the worlds, I have in my hands the fire of love in my heart na bà ³ ³ ban fades, where lie the sufferings of man. . . I have the sun and the Louvre at night and silence. Of the pike © rnagas the crisp brightness of your eyes have the dreamlike ± o. . . . . My hands open to the cries of men, a unit that expands like a street howl like a Rao who comes alive and grows. I have the black earth the song of the ancestor.  Ã? Africa screams and cries in his desert, I’ve got the suburb the mantle of mourning, dressed in tears in the eyes of heaven, hunger and misery in my pielcomo germinating a stampede of bà º phalluses in heat. I mà you and the grace of love, kiss cà lido, the rose that dies in my hands like a ship without consolation. . . I have what men have rejected: the word, the syllable and silence.  What do you have for me? PUA? ALES Pilgrims? ElegÃa when mpetu it expands your hands, fists ± ales pilgrims as hurricanes hambrientosbajo the surplus of the universe. Dot and cross for a kiss, puà ± the sacred from your lips, broken glass cup thirsty. Point is on your skin stigma à © bathroom. No wind volcano that is dawning, Cipro © s covered with red apples are your breasts open. My hands rummaging, my lips drink the lens pit of your breasts. I have the brightness of the night ermitaà ± or that lies hidden under the shadow of the arcane. You point and cross the most beautiful memory. Light relA mpage, reef proud of the wise, cross point and I want you. Soledadesque threshold at the peak of their fears clamanpor humanity a voice of silence, parched earth a flower, a kiss. Dot and cross  you are my livelihood!