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A find The eye will not appear to what holds the letter
Plural contact Every vortex vanishes in the bones to the rhythm of the days
Urban Talisman Detention on the sidewalk when the red falls over the shadows
Back and forth But it was the bodies and her juvenile sadness in the fierce flesh
To the other side The cry stayed in the threshold, its blue blades patching a dream
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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
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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
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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
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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