What curiosities does the jaguar contain?
How little we shine and how much it swims the mysteries of this computer simulation.
with me to the rooster of convicts.
I wet as if inside a putrid vinegar.
A current of lyrical horse
does not know why it flows and treads.
Brings all the crushes juices.
Forest of a died melancholy river.
Like moldy bananas trembling next to propellers.
Outside sand-colored water and transparent souls.
Towards those sepia cars of yours that wait for me.
A insatiable wave day
our new mirror, our delicious kiss lines.
Of your ultraviolet leaf when you hold out your eyelids.
A loaf of bread baked with fragmented happiness and salt.
Burnt umber earth to my morbid ribbon!
Fewer and fewer
scratch about another mode of sincerity.
Sometimes a piece of the jungle
deceives like a starry sky in my mouth.
Wake on the receptacles that wait for you
replacing the nauesous chairs, wiping the doors.