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DANTE YOU LOOK

"... life is a prison with open doors, Veronica wrote

in the gut wall revolt ..."







Charlie in spring ...






A lack of imagination, inspiration and everything, and feeling that nothing works
I leave a piece I wrote when I was very small and is part of a group of poems called "Ugly Notebook" is my small tribute to Dante ... Thanks for hell.





Spring II Charlie ...

DANTE

Miro darkness, stare

she has more presence than I

all around are scenes of violence

in fiction, in reality

me.

More than once I felt

ache, creak

everything inside me

my body, my vertebrae, my gut

in the mouths of Cerberus

guardian of my soul and Hades

custodian of all my hell on earth.

up and down stairs Dante's hand.

Charlie.
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"... decimelo again, I understood nothing
distract me hopeless your lips that open
and close and open ... "






I like the trees are pink






VOS




Vos, you could with all the tornadoes
with those of fire, water, the winds of hate

and poisonous spores (which then appear on a tape oriental).
Vos, you drew my face
in unexplored desert sands
and gave my eyes mystique
you, that you are able to give life to the Dead Sea.
You, you wear in your hair blonde and Sweden

stones and
holiest of all lands.
You, you keep on your lips the taste of my
you that you have in your eyes that nostalgia Buenos Aires, which never goes away, you ...


Vos, inexplicable,
Vos, indescribable.







I like the trees are green

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** I thank Lydia, The Write and blog deloquenosehabla . blogspot.com for giving me the Award For Your Contribution To The Arts " (click on image to enlarge)

** I want to thank, too, Aguasanta and his blog
Aguasanta for the award "Blog With Chispas (click on image to enlarge )

THANKS BEAUTIFUL GIRLS! (: <3

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Charlie.
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This

post is dedicated to someone very important in my life: $

(image of the great Marion Peck)





"... If you were born again
start again if
to get you back in my ship of time ... "










YOUR MOUTH



Your mouth ate my hatred
and kissed me.
and kissed her, too, my tears
clay and mud of my heart.

Your mouth burned my lips and turned my hell


who cried when it was needed
which said its truths,
which nothing is silent.

In her endless verses born

amazing stories


love letters of her birth, and never tires of birth, born
as flowers and fruit trees:
all the love, yours and mine, I live and cast
in every kiss us.

(anime pictures stolen from the web)

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wanted to thank Fran and his blog "The blog of ideas fugitive"
for the award "The Blue Rose of the Poets" (click to view image t to m original year)
was more than a thousand years! But it takes a bit to update my blog xD



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Charlie.
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drawing by me: "Cry" a cartoon series called "Mutilation"




* This is a poem rescued from a series of poems to which I called "The Seasons":




TENDERNESS OF THE DEAD BUTTERFLY




Along with spring she can be seen on the floor dead
with colorful wings,
the same as the wind be responsible for removing.
In the lines of a dead butterfly

I can read the confessions that I save time in heavenly signs within it rose
and played before saying goodbye. Poor you

not colorful garden of my eyes poor

miss you already
without ever seeing you (live) faded butterfly

you fell to the ground as a tear wound

some surreal eye and melancholy
Will you have fallen from my eyes?
Maybe that's why I generate
and so sad I cry, instead of salt:
dead butterflies.






chewing daisies pure hatred ...






"What for others is tenderness for me is ill beneficial"
(LG)









Charlie.
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