the machine!
transport me
to the rolls of Joyce
No literature
on ligature
the pincers
I squeeze the universe with…
…into a fragile image
I, the volatile rose
choose the abyss
for peace
Depart!
despite,
there is no echo.
On your footsteps
Depart!
let the guide
you lose
sum the paths
together
as a brain
Then… Report!…
Back to life.
9
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Emerge from the stone bed of prehistoric confusion,
you are not flesh,
you are not just a facial expression
incised by television,
nor you are the indignity of a jet of words
inherently missing the target
Begin in bytes
The message is clear
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What good is a question if the answer doesn’t render it useless?
Is matter more intelligent than meaning?
What is inherent in any answer is the gravity that makes one compose its question in the first place!
It’s ubiquitous and formulaic normally. Only the poet inside you can shift the positions of the question and answers with a [...]
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I conclude with this thought that comes to mime…
Inspiration avows me the now.
February 15, 2011 – 01:29
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The view is a tunnel.
An event trigger
of this certain bout
encodes my heart.
I spit on mediocrity systematically on a vision.
Logic mars
its shadow;
my conduct.
o, obscure and instantaneous laughter inside the mind
you touch everything.
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December 11, 2010 – 21:55
A concise evaluation of films watched at the Hotel des grand hommes.
1 NOV 010 – The Lady from Shanghai (1947) Orson Welles. “Comes with a sublime, profound ending, typical of Welles, along with his funny Irish accent. Rita Hayworth is angelically evil.”
10 NOV 010 – Holy Mountain (1976) Alejandro Jodorowsky. “Jodorowsky is indeed Bunuel’s son. [...]
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Written in Hotel des grand hommes, New York.
Visitations by private beguilers, varied in beauty.
None, whom will I palm?
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Thinking into the anchoring silence with a view as broad as a rumour.
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They are pointing the finger at me
the smoking barrel,
the cracking windshield,
I was going far into the [...]
All history came to me.
It looked at me in the eye
for it could not speak.
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Places to go.
Reluctant with a pretty face
daily amorphous delicacy
in a grasshopper’s leap from my skin
I am roaming
beating the books
as the rare searches its muse.
Eum.
The best unfound way out
is the pact of life with scissors,
the union of my both sides:
amphibian and nocturnal.
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You reel me towards the strange
deviation in the rustling of the city
you hang like a crocodile skin bag
on the burning alabaster shoulder
I would love to kiss farewell
as if a person.
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