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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

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Israel Refugee In No Man's Land

wish it were raining pots and lots,
  that when it rains or dark comes ,l leave;
because sometimes I do not want anyone to see me ..... 
I got used to living as a refugee .... 
I used to be in privacy ...

 and I got no be used to it that what is the opposite .... 
is discomfort and my comfort is to be accustomed 
to living with my castles and weapons and defenses,
 and walls and walls and that nothing prevents,

 me from being the, the strong and unalterable, 
what I did, and I am, and I love to be,
 and  I continue this life of being and being, 
what I am, and desire; Go ahead ... [...] 

with the noblesse time and the ruines in the desolate neighborhood 
where I do not know where nobody lives when I go out on the street
 I see myself inrouded by looks that are not eyes because there is never anyone in the streets,
 or makes it bear in mind that there come from the crevices 
of the chasms that exist in the crevices of the cracks 
abandoned houses, whether or not they say that old and old people live here,
 and there is nothing, and the green walks and square muds

 and the crustaceous herbs still leave the sides 
and are the look when I follow my steps until reaching the Avenue 
 
 in that gesture made my visit to the besieged bees
 of the prostrate Pharisees and cripples but all respect me 

and more promises that surround the whole labyrinth
 I've never seen anything like it, but I already knew it
 and I got and I am not used to it 
that when I go out, I realize that nothing is there and everything is there. 
on my side, 

but my heavenly paradise, lined with trees and gardens,
 and trees of lights and cracks and leafs of the trees, 
inviting me,
 to the freshness of corners and comings and goings,
 because the grove here is like a blanket of coats that moral and all the splendor of living is against the tide 

and of all say if it is not bad at all, 
and even my taste and my taste, 
incensible but fierce, 

arrogant but welcoming,
not sick but sanitary, 
otherwise would not be
 now and even now among the clouds, 
 write, what I write and between lines 
to say what else ... well I hate, ...joy!

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I'M a Black Anubis

I'm a black Anúbis
and I'm on the edge of my bed.
Oh glamor, the one I feel
when I roll in bed
and my feet huge or hot legs
twist and my trunk
I lick the snot of my voluptuousness.
I'm a Black Anúbis
and satisfy females
I am God, an intelligent God!

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Scared Dead Cities

What these monsters tried to sample 
Naden
"skills"...but if  wanted, go to the circus
made an aquarium! ... hates, asparagus and the robes of lies
Fed up with the hungers ,and lies and truths and songs
.... crowded cities were scared with noises monkies.
The voices of poetry say 
 me more than anything,
Tell me everything ...
Each one is each.....
and no one else can be the same ...
The crumpled cradle ..the nostalgia  was agonized ..
The doctrine of brotherhood was falsehood...
consumerism ... felt, atheism  .. felt,
suspicious ... felt,heathen .
.. felt,
Not all of us are equal and we will never be ...
bereaved cities 
were scared...[...]

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Wow

Weargrafetten cames with gun, 
Tell him. .hey how s the enemy. .
The planet burns. ..all monsters 
Run. .to Capricorn. .I am Here 

With my mouth. .
With my big mouth. ..
I swallowed all them. .
He cames. .wow

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My Steel Fists

Ó my steel fists, see, I rolled up the sleeves with subtle splendor;
to see my strength my beard rigid,
my darkness behind these my eyes
bewitched...[...]
that took away the spell
to see the curves,and the wheels,
 and the weights of my consciences,
ye fools, Ó my handles of steel,
they dazzle my strength,my fists of steel,
the ones that made me blabber,the face of Judas,
these fists that I locked in the jaws of Pilates,
these steel handles they avoided, the cross,
and man that in these stops of jesuralém,
did not let the religion grow, among the ecnoplasts,
between the roads of rome, these my fists of steel,
who avoided dilemmas and dogmas,
and more that sosnoplasty, of people
immature, and of peoples,barbarians, who followed me, oases,
 of the heavenly eva, in the mbanza Congo,
ignore fantasies, I do not like
English, into Roman languages, the barbarians
of stupid, stupid faces, oh my steel fists
what I was leoned in my africas

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Wow Megadeaths Megadown

the code of th MegabombsTesting, 
All molleculaire dies. ..
All maps dies. ..
Venus arround dies. ..MegabombsTesting, 
Why. ..