I have a problem: my time machine is always late. I have wasted hours trying to make it work properly (it’s not convenient to force the mechanism, as the tragic Chichilo Sartori incident showed), but nothing seems to work. I …
BEFORE GOING TO BED I made the daily round in the house, to control that everything was in order; the window in the small bathroom, down the hallway, was open – so that the polyester shirt I was going to …
1. I am twenty-three years old but today I played in the sea like I was ten, eleven at best. I blasted through the waves until I reached the shore and then I went back in leaping over the foam. …
I. In a tomb I build my house, and in the dark I make my bed; I have made a pact with my eyes, “The eyes of those who see me will see me no more: your eyes will be …
In order to live I do not need islands, palaces, towers. What a great joy it is: to live among pronouns! Take off the costumes, already, the gestures, the portraits; I don’t want you so, unmasked by others, always someone …
1 Es un libro lleno de niños fantasmas, muertos y a salvo y muertos significa escondidos o deseando o no deseando ser conocidos. 2. El cielo es simétrico con respecto a la rotación. Es hermoso cuando una cosa cambia mientras …
“Descendamos y confundamos su idioma para que podamos distinguir a nuestra gente de nuestros pensamientos.” Será verdad que el bebé tiene miedo su deseo de tragarnos ha sido ya ¿llevado a cabo? * Difícil de decir debido a que hemos …
La manera en la que mi interés en su beso imaginario esta secretamente dirigido a ti. * Carentes de intención dientes de hiedra montan los postes que sostienen la carretera. Seria posible decir que cada hoja circunscribe esperanza o que …
The unmoving sea released from its own jawbones exhales a new soul. It has no bottom, shipwrecks, souls, embraced in seaweed. The newborn pallid face of God is watching. Vessels have not writ upon it. Men have not deciphered it. …
You want me like dawn, You want me made of sea-foam, You want me made of nacre. Lily-like, more chaste Than any other girl. Delicately perfumed, My bud closed. No pure ray of moon would shine its light on me. …