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Xilofono A spacious meadow of neglected surprises Home A light of harmful fairies bribing the night of language

Fluid A point of contact perverts the corners Rubble The unspoken word brings images like a plague from the past Decoy The bird doesn’t save its singing in the cornices nor the fog of the past Karma In those corners of light where we lost the last tremble Beginning With who will I walk this shadow that enlightens us Milestones But it was neither this nor that which appeared in the seams, a possible measure of the reverie Vanishing point A mirror turns the footsteps towards the tower of our doubts Sphere The minutes fade in every hand, frightening the fears Notes An ensemble, the flesh turning in color shades and the calligraphy of poppy

Dump The worn-out geography of desire in daily gestures liquefies itself Absurd detentions as the keyboard faints something pulsates inside of me

Shy and extravagant Every basement awaits the unspeakable like a talisman Continuity of parks The question of the stain for the lost time The fall For that dream that unravels in the flesh and contracts itself alive behind the bars Echoe Once the sea and the sullen silence of the sand, the impossibility of the footprint

Temptation Kept stillness in the astonishment of the cellophane Transit This path that claims an emptiness asks for who its not walking Belle In the fall of the wall the fountain of her eyes illuminate a secret Potlatch In between the grille and the eye, the hands fall, the voice that aches in the back moves away from itself

Trap Looking at the sunrise, we accumulate the fears that are still about to come Hero between the breasts appears a little future that saves us

Napoleón reloaded The bombs of our time fall at the feet of fear and beauty Cannibalistic candy Daily brutality of the stomach, on the soul we dismantle ourselves Border At the peak of what we were I appear in front of your eyes with the green tremor of a fall Pause With my back towards the uncertain I could write and lose everything Legality The entire prairie of coldness warms up the certainties in us Walls What words will I draw lots for to describe the night of grief