Lazarus's book shakes nettles. Amalia Iglesias
met her during a concert she gave at the center of poetry that I come illegally for years, the José Hierro Getafe, where course, now regularly, on Tuesday, the art of recitation ( debuted, along with my colleagues, on March 23, 2010 )
was a treat to hear , something not always achieved.
PAQUITA
bohemika.blogcindario.com/2006/11/00940-amalia-iglesias-serna-v.html If your waves have not come to defend my arms chloroform
night, maybe
could have a body lying
pretend that never trembles.
Gone were the lines
residual coagulated by the Muses into slabs, your spins
swallows, their buzzing city offering
and indifferent to the concerns.
be nice again now rubbing
wild roses on bare skin, the scratch
exist after all in his little fountain of blood. Virgilio
watched us from the bridge of limbo, his breath lasted
our thirst,
burned his words in deep veins.
to start slowly climbed over time to the other of clay,
night shelter is los Brezos,
balbuceo alrededores de vida, guarda toda la luz
desperdiciada in para otra parte
has come amanecer contigo.
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