Coelemu Horseman on scraps
Friday December 14 (not coincidentally), opened in the pub Coelemu "Hussards with a full, good live music until five o'clock. The only bad thing that one of its owners (me) just to raise a glass of Champagne. The deal brings their sacrifices ... but well, dream come true.
All those who want to come south this summer, passing through Coelemu. Those looking guitar, discursive, poetic language or anything but drink and share, grab their horses and come on as possessed the skulls of the Hussars are waiting.
HEALTH AND FREEDOM.
Shinazky
Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
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"NOVEMBER 17TH ALL INVITED TO AN ARTISTIC CULTURAL ACTIVITY IN THE TOWN OF COELEMU"
IS EXPECTED TO geopoetry.
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"without measure, without rhythm, no rhyme
but with a lot of anger" Caen
of opportunistic
drool on the desk who pushes
exclaviza powerful shit
and applauds from barbarism
inequity injustice action
corrupt professionals
illiterate letters and yet they marry in flashy logos
opus
family retaining its corporate
stinking bourgeois life that gives them to wield the whip
on the backs of the needy
will pollute rivers and seas
lows
cuts costs in these small wrens that decadent
nature and they do throw up vomit
destruction to life and see the accused
Ho! Great rogue
ensure good home
not believe they can not afford the shit
are deposited
while driving, bounce and destroy
this
spend watching them as conquerors
treading heads, basophils jumps and nurture happy
rage someday reach the filthy neck
breathing swear
power changed hands so
whining has not and has not go knocking on doors of those
keep you safe
the tide of the dead who are going leaving in the way the reach
been repeating the lie that shatter the mirrors of their own stock
You have degraded when
human
be degraded until complete and total extinction
taking with the luxuries that they lavish shit.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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Salta,
from the dark unreality
call my name without knowing myself
the eye color and fears
unknowingly Shake all
like the time he lost the key
and since then not know how to open that door
Although libertarian shadow slips across
slit my love
I know will never come
Although millimeter distance I can hear the
nervioso agitar de la desnuda espalda
Que pena no saber
Que si se puede volar.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Inguinal Hernia How Long Does Swelling Last
Todo vuela en el ojo huracanado
El puño al centro comprime el dolor
De la perdida.
Se caen los ojos la mirada persiste
En la pupila del ayer
Se que volver seria la salvación
Y esto es angustia
Sabiendo que todo vuela destrozado
Mi corazón azota sangre
En su circular vuelo
La conciencia se pierde
El calor se fue
Entre las tiernas piernas
De la noche
Que aloja otras estrellas
La mía se desprendió
no remedy in other skies
defeated Caen calendars
Sollozo
bit of road traveled endless road I carry a dead
interior
A funeral where other dance
I do not believe, I'm not
At the edge of the world sinking
Bird I remain eternally wet wings
I love drowning in alcohol
I hate all hated
I love meat malnourished soul is dark and empty
just and dignified
Users who hold neck cadaver
The
From what once was Linked with other skeletons
thundering
whipping winds pulling
memory's hair
Our flag flies wound
the center hurricane eye where your hair falls
To my eternal love this.
"I turn off every night, like kissing an ashtray cigar"
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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Friday, August 10, 2007
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Friend, Night. Skip
(LL) from Caen
basins
lamentations
no
plucked
to resist
children cry and twitch
fists
of sadness loneliness
waving his long coat
vessels are filled
of bitterness
crystals collide
emerge
dreams kisses laughter moisture
is infinite embrace
warm hand on the back
distances
mock the beautiful setback
separates us
crowd at our table we
where there will always be
one until tomorrow.
(LL) from Caen
basins
lamentations
no
plucked
to resist
children cry and twitch
fists
of sadness loneliness
waving his long coat
vessels are filled
of bitterness
crystals collide
emerge
dreams kisses laughter moisture
is infinite embrace
warm hand on the back
distances
mock the beautiful setback
separates us
crowd at our table we
where there will always be
one until tomorrow.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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People do not stare
pass without barking dogs
The leaves fall silent
The wind plays with the leaves
These letters go without saying
The voices are drowned in the streets
The music goes unturned
The imbecility also happens
The corridor is so long
goes, dragging life.
Till I finally died, he did
everyone begin to live.
oh, if only
I had realized that the joke was on me.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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SR. JUDGE
Mr. Justice
I must say that I was always a stranger
In this city of lights which looked wonderful
With sadness
For bluff off the hand of a naughty child
O
plan out very resistant to any failure
O
factory
was my darkness that surrounded the outside lights
of whom hated
A
I got tired of losing my fingerprints without leaving traces on the sidewalks
And perhaps
The masks were guilty
faceless smiles
forceps delicate
filthy hands if I do not understand I'm not trying to justify
I was a cob grit in
That did grow in the sun
But you know
Today everything is so demanding and so hollow
while
I rushed and I was sad
Everything was tragically outside
The hum of insects
spits words
The feed was a pitiful
obligation to keep
How can you . see
A man can not be a poet ...
So assassinate me.
Mr. Justice
I must say that I was always a stranger
In this city of lights which looked wonderful
With sadness
For bluff off the hand of a naughty child
O
plan out very resistant to any failure
O
factory
was my darkness that surrounded the outside lights
of whom hated
A
I got tired of losing my fingerprints without leaving traces on the sidewalks
And perhaps
The masks were guilty
faceless smiles
forceps delicate
filthy hands if I do not understand I'm not trying to justify
I was a cob grit in
That did grow in the sun
But you know
Today everything is so demanding and so hollow
while
I rushed and I was sad
Everything was tragically outside
The hum of insects
spits words
The feed was a pitiful
obligation to keep
How can you . see
A man can not be a poet ...
So assassinate me.
Friday, June 8, 2007
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Monday, June 4, 2007
Oral Herpes On Forehead
to the Bone
the wise speak of this tree roots ...
FOR SHIT ... IF THIS IS NOT INTENDED TO BE POETRY
TAMPOKO ... STILL!
the wise speak of this tree roots ...
FOR SHIT ... IF THIS IS NOT INTENDED TO BE POETRY
TAMPOKO ... STILL!
Friday, May 25, 2007
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Somehow ... STAIRS
You said that you call late at night.
Among many numbers that night called
yours probably has me dizzy Loneliness cigarette
thirst in the bottle of wine may have catalyzed
your absence.
was a slip, a murder.
Sorry for the dying moment of my companion
alone means nothing, an act is sometimes incomprehensible
That night I learned that the trees are wise
But nobody knows, only trees
just wanted to let you know ...
Again sorry.
Shinazky.
You said that you call late at night.
Among many numbers that night called
yours probably has me dizzy Loneliness cigarette
thirst in the bottle of wine may have catalyzed
your absence.
was a slip, a murder.
Sorry for the dying moment of my companion
alone means nothing, an act is sometimes incomprehensible
That night I learned that the trees are wise
But nobody knows, only trees
just wanted to let you know ...
Again sorry.
Shinazky.
Friday, May 11, 2007
How Can I Soften My New Duvet Cover?
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