So don't be forgiven.
It had never happened to me to consider you.
A project, but a sound of some good technique.
However, there is no remedy for wanting to be.
At all costs; at this time, if you need it, you can find it
a few pieces of slipper and pictures
of the evening of choices.

It's late, it was really early to make some big mistake again.
Time to tidy up the pose,
or to clear up the spasms;
but the keys
they weren't already anymore,
were no longer the years,
The moments, the vigorous alliances of living.
I would invent,
to start over where
the disillusionment weighed heavily.

Cracked belly, but it is not then
so bad to just be, the words
they no longer rummage.
In the adage everything
it can hatch into a bored lie.
Or in a cry that wanted to be alone
in the damp that always saves.

Look, you are free, a thief will come
and he will want to steal you because he will never understand.
Be the images of the evening
of the inner galaxies, of the mature revolts,
be all my times; on this side
of your hand the shore from which the good ones
proposals reintroduce the shortcomings
and they believe they have changed.
Nothing is true.


Close to your belly, in the confusion of the senses,
in the deep feeling of desiring belonging,
which is almost confused with the origin.
As if we really came from one another and as if we wanted to return there.
Enveloped embrace,
of sweet moods and thoughts,
but at the same time full of a full,
full and frustrating waiting at the same time.
Condemnation for the enthusiasm,
salvation for consistency.
In that womb there is all the density of the impossible that melts slowly,
together with tense thoughts that become smiles,
in the goodness of the juices that we have been sharing for some time.
You will wash me again,
and you will keep me there,
in the belly, as I will,
every time you are exiled.


Flowers of the sun bloom,
The beat of the earth rises from the evening breath,
It descends into the belly,
It goes even lower,
A feathered snake
Leave its nest
To get to the best prey.
Twist guts and flowers,
Intertwine strange things and loves,
Infiltrate signs and insects,
Inside paintings and corsets.
End of myself, 
another begins.
Shake planets, 
shake secrets, 
Bells, engine sounds.


Men can neglect themselves, dress poorly, 
and have bloated bellies. 
Nobody will point this out to him. 
Many nerds are like that and are well accepted by society.
On the other hand, if a woman neglects herself or becomes fat then she is misjudged.
Even today there are such prejudices in judging a 
man or a woman.
Also, an anorexic woman 
can work on TV and other
places. A fat woman is not. 
The fat shows. 
Instead, thinness can 
be disguised.
This is something that 
increases anorexia and people
keep saying that being thin is good and fat is bad. 
So fat women destroy 
themselves even more because
they don't see themselves 
valued by society.

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