Keep the Silence For Flowers

the blinds die and end of story, There is no story...What to talk about? when there is nothing to talk !! Keep the silence for the flowers. and "The smell of lilies and Fridays And as a target ... the world among others and acts, And did not hesitate and did not hesitate Or low and does not get up .. Or up as not to break... And ... simulated and Kali, distressed Or in the strange world, of many twists or excursions And the naked climbers, unbelieving and amazed Or sauces and visceras,Or ovens, volcano fumes frozen diarrhea dung, or pride and pedals The impossible or routes and fear????? imprisoned more than the chains ? or fear is the prison. Yes. Fear paralyzes Prison maybe ,small or maybe large The Ethereal and Ephemeral game and the castration ..give hollow of the actions and eruptions born .. Why are they returning to the scene? To the dry valey of tears ... where have feeling hurts? And destinations ... unfortunate project ... Burned in communion and the pipettes and the breezes and anus in rockets and silos ...and not the sky or ceiling; the Mare Eva, gave birth on ,rats and unclean from floods and sewers Creating facebooks ... sample of the small muzzles and kills them in eternity ..those chimpanzés from hollywood movies Those revenge stories,stupid milks and veneric vessels, ... the end-of-the-century poisons, By pissing on the millets...those invertebrates venoms, and ruthless of mud and mire of an unnamed planet