Part Two: We fell
macacoaMen Being male imperial
Being the parent
Dionysian
Nergal
Toad another well
The ethical self
protest
Blood Thirst The dialectic of Ojo de Apolo
Dash
Areito
Faustolo Nibelung, fox good meal
give yourself in Ana-Ionia-Anatolia Animal Wisdom Karma
Beware Riquelme girls, mom
Minerva, power
When the vultures come
The Aesthetics vacant
The Baals
As a washerwoman
As an atoning
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imperial Men
As the sun
obsessed demon, and soles insane
he clinched the man of great vitality,
the hero rejects
death and sorrow, the man passed, which said pyramids
and immortals, which
not see any
but going to fret, but ...
sees himself immortalized ...
Bravo in the Tigris river,
said: The woman does not exist.
In Nineveh, was manager of Kings
and therefore boasted Babylonians.
The man ran from the Caucasus. It passed the Caspian
and drove
manga girls from the camps.
He took advantage of them and now there, silly
at risk,
and are like the whore of Judah for guasca
daughters,
to the door, waiting for their infamy
like his joy)
and e Asarhaddón children
mischief charge,
invaded Egypt and imitated the whips
of Assyria.
2.
In the stew of hours
men of the empire have been
and go for the count and
looting love on the set of days.
From the new barn (where greed does not rest)
measure the wealth and income of men
still smell like their caves and they know it:
God, if faith does not embellish anything.
The sun is the enemy of your home. There is no easy consolation
if the enemy is to love him. 06/27/1985
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Being male Dionysian
To me, because I'm male
and I want to be and is beautiful pain I rule,
explore the roots, women smell and overflow
seeds, look at the challenge of chance as
pez-espermajo, first love said
I'll be like joy,
original pitch, abandoned
the quantum leap
and your children will love and kiss
your bones before you
and want to kiss them love me.
Then, with his first love,
licked my cheek,
closed my eyes and were happy, the passionate
and boasts secrets, intersubjective
loved me and I wanted. Want
me or not, came the faith,
or her wine, the hot drink
and the unknown.
blessed my mouth open thighs and belly
that cradled my blood and my passion
and last
who called, it was not me who did it,
identity and pride, our family,
Carlos, your being with possibilities
Dionysian julep, Your whip, your output
yourself, your night and my
scandal .
2.
to me, because I am male and I wanted to be
before he came
night with their children, the stars, before hurrying
the demonstration
to seduce every secret thing,
gave me love in the circular mirror
stars and I speculated, without listening to
maenads
world and I knew father
unreturned images of silica, perhaps only promising
yet.
underground voices of
maenads
learned to lie and were just looks, undocumented
words, an apparent mismatch, glass
simulated interrogation
crooked mirrors, where other
distorted, lied, left limbs
with pears and flat credulity, potbellied
had no face and dishonest information is allowed
certainty.
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Being the parent
I do not. I was a father before menses and escaped
volatile moon
and aseptic correspondence
lust and the direction of shadows and
these mirrors, liars, cognitive
impure dust devils,
left as Sara in salt
the carnage and I was the striking
rejego offenders mechanisms.
unanimous in spaces, linear instrumental
assumed that the only reason,
before they were born that I call,
Charles, Abram, my father, I armed
divide ax and saw the glorious son desired.
I saw beyond the mirror
days. 03/01/1990
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Nergal Nergal to plant
As his empire in the Erebus Babylonian Winged lion
their belief skies
wanted in our world.
A human head resists,
illuminating the beheading ax.
in hell is king, proclaimed
in history, armed tyrant, the Sinarcas
perfect in his palace.
But being in another being sought,
accident transformed the dialectical "self" of their substance.
power to act
strives for new forms,
determinations and should be humble about his lonco
and die and be reborn again.
... but the war is revenge
of the Night, the son of Chaos
that denies all organic unity, its
glory and movement
harmonious aesthetics.
binding to tieniebla, preaching,
against fear and rest without supreme causes
with others,
is when there is a hell of consciousness.
Nergal / Hades, abyss for liberating
causes, active humanity, perpetuating
humiliating cave.
Nergal, the god beast
Revenge of dragons and Tyrannosaurus, you
and still exist in the world
macacoante.
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Toad another well
But also, with presence
5.000 years, was the cradle of men
with ax
offenders who said, well I'm from another frog,
of casquilucios, I depart, I am the researcher
the bill
meek girls, groaning
more melodic harp and most noble of desire
and say what I dislike the world
the majority,
to Order
the mirror. 22/06/1985
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The ethical and faith I
copper
Sumerians
competing for the gold melted,
the other Nile, and their values \u200b\u200bchange
, inauthentic , and the river
eufratiza
his ways are the same device that opens
nationalized their swords into space
ethical heart, fertile,
your heart, Kierkegaard, the ethical self
that breaks
in importance.
cast their privileges against you,
because I said NO
and jumped to the faith and ensuring
trembling.
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Blood
protesters left her smoothie powder keg, blood protest.
He was a prophet and spoke between Ionians, Greeks and cavities.
said NO to Timocrates with cults supposedly enlightened
NO to leaders of signal and tambourine and dogmas
hedientes sell-in decks and consultations and tomes,
in oracles, cabals, sessions of lust and market
organized for intellectual genocide or more knees
century after century.
A NO to the Martinists,
secret societies, Masons;
call them dead and scared
with its own rites and siren.
A NO to the esotericism of cosmic aspermia
and rattles and rattles and suppositories
that the pale saints
for mystics juleps served in the ass.
A NO
moral purification that is almost crime and scourge
provided by the inquisitors, smarties
swindlers
agarrapendejos, blasphemous.
A NO to protect against mockery
mystery
and holy and pure.
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darkness cycles
... Not for All Humans as self-degraded Into Aristotle / Kant bestialilty, experience not is a sense perception, it is the active interaction of the mind with the universe, of Which it is part: Bruce Director <.em>
In the dim light cycles
degrade people.
The forest, with its mountain
fixed stars, are formed. With sharp segurejas
hit outside the temple, brother hurt
and hide in their homes
yellow wood, moralona. As the hard
pijojo are
the timid of timocracy
and go hardcore
by virtue of accomplices.
apologize and make the seraphic
in collective psychosis goblins
with pastoralists,
yellow, skeptics such as Hume,
beastly, and are relevant objects
to darkness, to caves, authorities
sensoperceptuales
by deception, discontinuous.
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Be The dialectic of
GW Friedrich Hegel
The output of the universal and empty to the exterior and particular, and the denial of particularity, and the return to universal. Therein lies the Idea return home (bei sich). The spirit is thus the substance, which is in itself and abstract, to the status of a subject capable of being self-conscious: GWF Hegel
In the Beginning was a thirst, a thirst wise
, but savage and blind.
A thirst
himself did not know all that is water,
a thirst
did not know at all how beautiful the desert, but a thirst
yearning and longing
was his wisdom.
would be whether captive
like and just, being stuck in Yes, not jumped
the dry, bare, made of If you yearn for. Be
seemed an arid, desert, thirst
rooted in the wasteland of the Void, sed inhospitable
gasping for water, claiming
damp air, seen on Earth
standards and mountain peaks. More
was his
potential moment before he could be claimed as subject
themselves because they knew Yes, but worth
consummate and relentless development. Had the internal vibration.
She was wise, but still not for himself
.
in becomings not breathing still did not know or break
act
uncertainties and wanted, because it was a wise Sed.
and outer nature, perhaps because he pitied
told Thirst:
Verne, touches come down on me, I sail,
I am the river, I lick the flavor of the Earth.
And ye know on Earth wanted for himself, but began
Water was very thirsty, thirst was thirsty, thirsty
was dry and refused to drink
concreación potential and was not afraid of everything when dispersed
and are alienated himself and broke the chains and
and fell into the water Sed.
The water was named the throat of his being and made
odyssey of mind, starting bid
achievements and thirst gave a specific name of baptism:
Realisierung, oh, this is the name of my thirst
be real particular
be no split, to be recovered
for wholes ...
... and flowed into the water and said: Good morning, dear
water, and drank the land
taste and salt and sand seas
and said: Good afternoon, dear land,
and looked up in the air when
was dark and said Good evening, dear air.
And the thirst became home and knew Idea Thirst,
so it was wise, although he was alone with
asphyxia and injury to his throat dry. 08/23/2004
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Ojo de Apolo
, but savage and blind.
A thirst
himself did not know all that is water,
a thirst
did not know at all how beautiful the desert, but a thirst
yearning and longing
was his wisdom.
would be whether captive
like and just, being stuck in Yes, not jumped
the dry, bare, made of If you yearn for. Be
seemed an arid, desert, thirst
rooted in the wasteland of the Void, sed inhospitable
gasping for water, claiming
damp air, seen on Earth
standards and mountain peaks. More
was his
potential moment before he could be claimed as subject
themselves because they knew Yes, but worth
consummate and relentless development. Had the internal vibration.
She was wise, but still not for himself
.
in becomings not breathing still did not know or break
act
uncertainties and wanted, because it was a wise Sed.
and outer nature, perhaps because he pitied
told Thirst:
Verne, touches come down on me, I sail,
I am the river, I lick the flavor of the Earth.
And ye know on Earth wanted for himself, but began
Water was very thirsty, thirst was thirsty, thirsty
was dry and refused to drink
concreación potential and was not afraid of everything when dispersed
and are alienated himself and broke the chains and
and fell into the water Sed.
The water was named the throat of his being and made
odyssey of mind, starting bid
achievements and thirst gave a specific name of baptism:
Realisierung, oh, this is the name of my thirst
be real particular
be no split, to be recovered
for wholes ...
... and flowed into the water and said: Good morning, dear
water, and drank the land
taste and salt and sand seas
and said: Good afternoon, dear land,
and looked up in the air when
was dark and said Good evening, dear air.
And the thirst became home and knew Idea Thirst,
so it was wise, although he was alone with
asphyxia and injury to his throat dry. 08/23/2004
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Ojo de Apolo
... It is the investigator, Investigating, how I is Investigating What is being investigated. Or, as for Apollo, Who sings in Shelley's Hymn, "I am the eye wh Which the Universe beholds Itself and knows Itself divine ' Bruce Director
When you break with light signal
the heavens and seep into the caves,
unexpectedly
eye of that ray of consciousness,
ray
speaks to the listener and says that passion is active
(and controls the movement
and not hiding in lethargy),
go, dwarves,
and investigate what,
through the eye of Apollo,
advertised.
A rush to the quick,
awash with ambition, even if they swallowed
punishments of the underworld. Let
caves. Escudríñenlo
everything. Grow
lows Teutonic hearts
scale and will be warm with goat wool.
not
subcobijen again in the darkness underground, moles with future
,
Scandinavian gnomes.
If the shortage of sun
put in shadows,
out, remove the snow,
derrítanla with sighs and fog. What the future holds
and borders require
their tender little bodies of rats, goblins. 03/01/1987
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Pinch Salt
Nibelung, Alberich, the Nibelung
pinch.
That will exhibit in London, Lucy
Wanma, with your two point six crumbs
tall. Madame
Teresia, corsa insignificance
not ever say: I hide.
Ray is calling all
as ax and
not Stop.
line movement was not triggered until now
find the path of change and traces the transformation
and the future and shudder.
Come out, little worms of Jacob,
light, the eye of the researcher,
need them out of trouble cavernous
to start the canciónde
joy. 06/01/1987
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Areito
the heavens and seep into the caves,
unexpectedly
eye of that ray of consciousness,
ray
speaks to the listener and says that passion is active
(and controls the movement
and not hiding in lethargy),
go, dwarves,
and investigate what,
through the eye of Apollo,
advertised.
A rush to the quick,
awash with ambition, even if they swallowed
punishments of the underworld. Let
caves. Escudríñenlo
everything. Grow
lows Teutonic hearts
scale and will be warm with goat wool.
not
subcobijen again in the darkness underground, moles with future
,
Scandinavian gnomes.
If the shortage of sun
put in shadows,
out, remove the snow,
derrítanla with sighs and fog. What the future holds
and borders require
their tender little bodies of rats, goblins. 03/01/1987
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Pinch Salt
Nibelung, Alberich, the Nibelung
pinch.
That will exhibit in London, Lucy
Wanma, with your two point six crumbs
tall. Madame
Teresia, corsa insignificance
not ever say: I hide.
Ray is calling all
as ax and
not Stop.
line movement was not triggered until now
find the path of change and traces the transformation
and the future and shudder.
Come out, little worms of Jacob,
light, the eye of the researcher,
need them out of trouble cavernous
to start the canciónde
joy. 06/01/1987
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Areito
to Eliut González Vélez
These were the gods of Our Earth,
Eliut, angels nemoral ,
nymphs of forests and streams, Taino
they cast their bells ringing
and armed with drums and calabash
his smiling joy, Ceres-Omnia
of areito among thick bushes.
In my forest
litaban his psalms and his god, was as wet kiss
unleashed rain, warned the storm
Windward Caribbean routes
he knew to be captain of sailors to the rhythm
canoe and sambuca. They
, the lovely, long hair had
and primitive innocence of my tropics,
I found them naked, smelling of cassava, a culen
to pennyroyal, working with her nails,
weavers, patients, owners of yours.
They had gods, men and gods, invisible
that, like them, danced in the water, floated
in heaven and in vertical task, the rain gave
on fields,
poured blessings on the land, the failure
conspired to perpetuate their sweet ecology.
cemíes They blessed their gods and flutes
born gimp sincere melody, psalm and breath
vibrating
the very geography of the Caribbean. Oh
stud soles!
eyes blessed you with a multitude of related compartieon
cassava bread-and agape and the general welfare,
collective, tribal joy.
still small in the vast universe
on moons are recycled for hope
procreative
inherited woe! and new heavens
survive in the clay ...
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Faustolo, fox good
One of the King 'shepherd, Faustolus, Appeared and saw the Children Being miraclous fed in this way, Took pity on Them: Pierre Grimmal
One can not grab
of reality without leaving the basket
you browse rivers
of uncertain directions and palate feelings of chaos. What hand
me out of zucchini,
if they live, what
nipple will get into my mouth?
throat sips What I am,
revive me with kisses?
Figs
slips to the bottom of my mouth thanks to the birds and the meat
hear
open their holes and supports her bread
starburst
sighs and vocation of breath. You
, Faustolo, fox good
teach me to thank the fruit of the fig tree.
(Who say first mother
the river that runs to the hills, the fox
udder wide and hairy?)
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give yourself in agape
Metaphorically, the Gold's name is Applied to Any Place Which Offers Opportunities of getting rich Easily or Quickly Acquiring Wealth: Dr. Ebenezer Cobham Brewer
Wherever a paradise, a dream of abundance
that enchants the heart, inspire deep prayer
noosphere
not carry the mocked that is learned, the seed
blood treacherous sense
selfish lust
sailing with his drive wave.
Oro City is a landscape
sun burns not for meat
beast is Amazon
flowing within and not external. Wherever
Manoa
dress with endless delight and fruit ...
be humble, give yourself agape
in all the stars, not greed, heart
pirate lazy thirsty boots
between
grief because the Common Good
is external evidence is on the watch and not forever bless
thieves. 05-30-1979
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Ana-Ionia-Anatolia
I say: Ana-Tolia Ionia:
"Open up more," geographic center of joy,
come to my island in assault, without remugo, pulps
intravulvares go to your song.
praise your West whether to me
penetrate, or assimilate. Neither the Nordic
Eolia was given as much privacy as you
under bridges or the South
Doric so fascinating
gave me your crouching and your mythology
and you Ephesus and Smyrna
phocean in Miletus to Samos.
This was the beginning of love and beauty
fully
and master's eye, and foxy smell,
you fatter every hope, my mare. We talked for
be
bridge between Asia and Western Europe
And I waited at a point on the curve at infinity
.
2.
When Ana was laid on the sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara
at the time of Pergamum and Bithynia,
I was in love with your body
and did not tell black bitch,
whore filth.
She was a Greek face profiling,
a statue of meat
nod because the body is but a way forward
wet lips.
I coined their currencies, he gave me kisses and passion
was
a curve in the form of asymptote,
and I separated her thighs to make them tangent
sprung open and goings
to meet the Aegean and
yes, I loved because I loved
before the Romans.
3.
that bitch-whore filly-mare
the adored as my own defensive reflex
Lidia asymptote
... and said: Teach me
bring everything under her dress; the fewest runs, flies
charm and looked jealously,
below the navel and I knew well, others
handed over to the Medes and Persians
later
rival was Alexander the Great
and tattooed on his buttocks.
explored Bosporus channel.
In fact, tattooed bandits
Cappadocia, Pontus merchants,
all wrote up their cancer.
I buried the primum mobile
in through the Dardanelles Strait
and rested on her breasts and yet,
confessed: I'm not holy already, but the Widow
rich, weep with one eye
penalties and the other rang your joy.
After you come and little by little,
flatten me, takes your pulley
in my vagina and give love
remote as though you're plenty Puritan
screams.
You are holy, Ana,
and pride of my confederations;
will be ionic because it is abundant,
being good, not hurt. 05/17/1988
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animal Wisdom
There Were Romulus and Remus found by a she-wolf, Which Had just Given birth. She Took pity on the two children: Pierre Grimmal
With my slut next door,
I never had fear.
Devoted to her bosom, Estiva,
knew that there is no Chamuco. Pain is half
wise, unwise
integer;
virtue originates in the know.
If she avoided
expansion of each pitch
sly look on the world, its offspring,
their burrows, I adapted.
understood that food is scarce, but love
compensated.
Godliness is a mystery animal.
I never had fear.
was impassive, as love requires;
was angry too, before the
violent predator who takes away the territory
and language and haunts you. Even
haunted houses in history, children in the caves
and knowledge, the notion of cunning and self
,
nurtured me with blessing. 09/12/1990
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Karma
Charles Darwin
One day he went for directions
hazard (oh god that comes and goes!
but God always comes back)
to the dry and saw the pain
the cactus and nettles and torment
and even if they knew about the exodus ungrateful
blessed departure, your ad nutum huyilanga
and come back, he learned to crawl
the good thing is nicer than what was done wrong and
rock hard and stubborn
and soil condition called
foundation of support and raised acorns
road and knew that there
sweet things in the mud and more
loved him and God and man because there
understood, on the contrary,
the unloved and curse
and pay for their pain and karma
with knives and they are
sting, mimes,
leeches, mites
of Erebus.
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Riquelme
You are not Kantian, Riquelme.
're a hairy spider, kiss
of guava, fruit cut short.
proclaiming: the substance is subject
and the subject is substance
and hugged you, calling
possessed, rattles
the devil, the trial of power that conceals
sacred order of misfortune.
're the fox, teen female virgin
eras, curiosito, intemperate
like substance
beautiful precious stone shining
and thighs open and rose.
talked about things
itself (which is your inheritance Hegelian idealism
your absolute motion) and
were too funny to hear you dunce
and courtiers Midas of those worlds of blues
perceive your glory. Eras
a nymph that adorns
Wilfrido Gardens in Barcelona, \u200b\u200balthough
for you
the legend was born feminist, your singing, jugglers
and for your sake, said
born again, Beauty,
again to be avenged, fox-girl. 12/07/1990
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Watch the girls, Mom
Mama Juanita, no more
collars against the curb. Old
Ionia, and
will not have a majority, unbroken
be uncouth animals
of conuco; prohibit
our songs from the skin;
we cut the tongues.
Ocllo Mama, no more Hiles.
not sow the sunlight was
Damn cassava and taro.
not be master of the calf.
speak with the tongue of piracy.
That lazy, Mamos,
no thanks, we are told, and with his finger
accuse you,
sell you in the days of darkness and despair
Anglophile and lies.
With horny penis, more virtuous
Anchorite
disgrace to your daughters in the mountains of your zeal and your
joy.
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Minerva, power
hazard (oh god that comes and goes!
but God always comes back)
to the dry and saw the pain
the cactus and nettles and torment
and even if they knew about the exodus ungrateful
blessed departure, your ad nutum huyilanga
and come back, he learned to crawl
the good thing is nicer than what was done wrong and
rock hard and stubborn
and soil condition called
foundation of support and raised acorns
road and knew that there
sweet things in the mud and more
loved him and God and man because there
understood, on the contrary,
the unloved and curse
and pay for their pain and karma
with knives and they are
sting, mimes,
leeches, mites
of Erebus.
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Riquelme
You are not Kantian, Riquelme.
're a hairy spider, kiss
of guava, fruit cut short.
proclaiming: the substance is subject
and the subject is substance
and hugged you, calling
possessed, rattles
the devil, the trial of power that conceals
sacred order of misfortune.
're the fox, teen female virgin
eras, curiosito, intemperate
like substance
beautiful precious stone shining
and thighs open and rose.
talked about things
itself (which is your inheritance Hegelian idealism
your absolute motion) and
were too funny to hear you dunce
and courtiers Midas of those worlds of blues
perceive your glory. Eras
a nymph that adorns
Wilfrido Gardens in Barcelona, \u200b\u200balthough
for you
the legend was born feminist, your singing, jugglers
and for your sake, said
born again, Beauty,
again to be avenged, fox-girl. 12/07/1990
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Watch the girls, Mom
Mama Juanita, no more
collars against the curb. Old
Ionia, and
will not have a majority, unbroken
be uncouth animals
of conuco; prohibit
our songs from the skin;
we cut the tongues.
Ocllo Mama, no more Hiles.
not sow the sunlight was
Damn cassava and taro.
not be master of the calf.
speak with the tongue of piracy.
That lazy, Mamos,
no thanks, we are told, and with his finger
accuse you,
sell you in the days of darkness and despair
Anglophile and lies.
With horny penis, more virtuous
Anchorite
disgrace to your daughters in the mountains of your zeal and your
joy.
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Minerva, power
to Athene noctua / Steinkauz der Minerva / Glaucopis
It better come the winged woman red hair.
The Rome hates: Roma as the fratricidal Adama
perpetuated.
That woman come to look
ojilúcida, lively and penetrating, you see even in the dark
the brazenness and violence that hurt us today. To call back
Virgin
self-possessed, Atrina, the indomitable,
Essenes, the vigorous, the recursive Hippie
in the stables.
That leads us to seek peace with
(which fleeces are more valuable than gold that
yearn for love and not advantage or greed, is not it, Eirenóforos?
That lady
disturbing beauty that
seems vampire night and seduces with her eyes
insolent and boastful, a violent earth.
come
That which has power, who, as Nike gives
victory in defeat because we are plague
and quicklime We are in the twilight
and nobody knows "owl see at night as"
"owl see at night as".
.
And of messianic flight, what symbol remains,
in protecting deliveries? What of intelligence?
The owl of Minerva, you basilisk, Dialectic.
them come both in
generous opportunity and are above, not on man's navel;
total, females are fertile and legs opened
the pain that prevails in our traditions
when they went. Queens
we call Dea sancta, regina, victrix ...
Adama / Red Earth come: Minerva /
Lilit / Owl / Women of War. Minerva
as Power. The raptadora. Traoga
and Reason, Dialectic,
his philosophy.
12/02/2000
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When the vultures come
A beautiful destination than the present, asked
to your existence, that with me
beam as stolen to Olympus
bring fire, your devotional singing.
to spread the light to rural villages in the shadow, the cave
dormant in crevices of pure sham.
you be the hero, without surrender
when the vultures come to eat your liver and ask for the salt tax
and fumazga.
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vacant Aesthetic
If you, for love of art, exercise-
imitative resources erotic
life beautiful and reminds reasons
Plato in "The Banquet", I say YES to the symposium ...
If for the sake of theatrical egos caused
purifications
public catharsis of others, I'll be there
as Aristotle, even if it differs
for the love of Socratic aesthetics ...
If you are entertained with ghosts
carrying something of transcendental beauty,
to go back to medieval cathedrals,
or the myth of the Grail, or the strange things
Giotto's painting,
I say: NOT BAD,
entertain me, but perhaps
build me fairy tales,
pink worlds, to live
man submitted into inaction and fear, doomed
their monsters, vampires
interiors that make no sense, secrecy prohijan
that treacherous, evasive,
my question is: where was the kindness and comfort? What
blood circulates as a profound aesthetic
serve me to imagine what is necessary, although there
to go digging into the hidden
, providing
effort and love in the way?
Surely
will not want to be there, or talk, or be complicit.
... because there are people who build these worlds
with illusions foolish people
is empty, or perhaps even
enough and they love themselves,
are buried in their subtle worlds
to follow the external neighborhood
and nobody fucking dare go and ask for help,
"give me a hand, friend, comfort me. " 06/07/2000
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The
Baals
The Rome hates: Roma as the fratricidal Adama
perpetuated.
That woman come to look
ojilúcida, lively and penetrating, you see even in the dark
the brazenness and violence that hurt us today. To call back
Virgin
self-possessed, Atrina, the indomitable,
Essenes, the vigorous, the recursive Hippie
in the stables.
That leads us to seek peace with
(which fleeces are more valuable than gold that
yearn for love and not advantage or greed, is not it, Eirenóforos?
That lady
disturbing beauty that
seems vampire night and seduces with her eyes
insolent and boastful, a violent earth.
come
That which has power, who, as Nike gives
victory in defeat because we are plague
and quicklime We are in the twilight
and nobody knows "owl see at night as"
"owl see at night as".
.
And of messianic flight, what symbol remains,
in protecting deliveries? What of intelligence?
The owl of Minerva, you basilisk, Dialectic.
them come both in
generous opportunity and are above, not on man's navel;
total, females are fertile and legs opened
the pain that prevails in our traditions
when they went. Queens
we call Dea sancta, regina, victrix ...
Adama / Red Earth come: Minerva /
Lilit / Owl / Women of War. Minerva
as Power. The raptadora. Traoga
and Reason, Dialectic,
his philosophy.
12/02/2000
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When the vultures come
A beautiful destination than the present, asked
to your existence, that with me
beam as stolen to Olympus
bring fire, your devotional singing.
to spread the light to rural villages in the shadow, the cave
dormant in crevices of pure sham.
you be the hero, without surrender
when the vultures come to eat your liver and ask for the salt tax
and fumazga.
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vacant Aesthetic
If you, for love of art, exercise-
imitative resources erotic
life beautiful and reminds reasons
Plato in "The Banquet", I say YES to the symposium ...
If for the sake of theatrical egos caused
purifications
public catharsis of others, I'll be there
as Aristotle, even if it differs
for the love of Socratic aesthetics ...
If you are entertained with ghosts
carrying something of transcendental beauty,
to go back to medieval cathedrals,
or the myth of the Grail, or the strange things
Giotto's painting,
I say: NOT BAD,
entertain me, but perhaps
build me fairy tales,
pink worlds, to live
man submitted into inaction and fear, doomed
their monsters, vampires
interiors that make no sense, secrecy prohijan
that treacherous, evasive,
my question is: where was the kindness and comfort? What
blood circulates as a profound aesthetic
serve me to imagine what is necessary, although there
to go digging into the hidden
, providing
effort and love in the way?
Surely
will not want to be there, or talk, or be complicit.
... because there are people who build these worlds
with illusions foolish people
is empty, or perhaps even
enough and they love themselves,
are buried in their subtle worlds
to follow the external neighborhood
and nobody fucking dare go and ask for help,
"give me a hand, friend, comfort me. " 06/07/2000
<>
The
Baals
The truth of time is another error:
Ch De Montesquieu
have been my socio-economic truths
and my god is called the Lord of the Earth. And my moral
, hacendataria aristocracy.
between Baal baal I and my god
provides rain fields. Baal
validates my crops.
favors my fruits and my purchases, the owner has been
on Palestinian soil. His law governs us.
gives his truth to my slaves. Da
the temple and house in the cities for the rent I
territories and profit.
In sacred prostitutes he presents me rest and rejoice
abroad.
Other Travellers do not treasure the land.
We do, we are living in hills and plains
; Arab Yahwism
have come to rob, to maldedir our Baals.
His truths are ways perdidizos:
a god with a strange name, Yahweh
challenges us, provokes us, we transgress.
The southern routes calls to the Canaanite:
not sell the land because it is mine.
not compromise the truth. Truth is one.
whole earth is mine. And every woman will
my new priesthood.
Hey, Palestine. Yahweh is jealous. And the truth
relative;
foreigners arrived to change everything
not validate our laws from Earth.
conspire with truth lies.
condemn the moral of the lusts.
We have called executioners with their mouths
of Amos and Hosea. Hey, Palestine:
no divinity in your idols,
no virtue in your habits.
Yahweh, Elijah's voice, condemn you.
from today will be another reality
and faith in Palestine. 06/14/2000
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As a washerwoman
All poets are infected
and contaminated by a desire to speak,
drafts of early syphilis
adventure open your mouth and
get the first word that they want and do not know
that utterances are full of curiosity,
that the speech is usually a
epidemic and that the vaccine must be
light feet and the road, sangrandor, the target washing.
can not be a poet without silence, without
go to the river and penetrate deep in the cave
, there wash, rinse, wash
as a laundress, there
brush and plenty of soap and hygiene
to the blood, if necessary,
there with nimble feet to the springs, angry jets
to the falls, there
silence left by torrents
and back, deafened, humble to the city,
of fools, with only the words
essential and a clear memory of hate
diluted in the slops. 11/14/2004
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As an atoning
Since
walked in the innocence of the world thrown up without finding
the cancon of my happy
tremble before the ax, I do not know who is calling
break my lyre, or break my hands. I tremble at
who gives me life and I wonder
for the stones to the emergence
the temple, that poem
to pity myself and my laughter will return
Isaak without starting my lonco
and empty my yungulares
Who will teach me to spy my fault
cream, who will give stanzas
to my bones? I do not know, I still shudder. I collect firewood
verses for my sacrifice and climb the mountain
the hand of my father,
the world. 11/15/2004
Part One: Memoirs of the cave / Part Two: We fell macacoa / Part Three: Moving from hyenas / Part Four Consolations Agar
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hyenas in "Aesthetic vacant and vital" Carlos López Dzur / Talking on "Aesthetics and vagabond life" of Carlos López Dzur (2) / INDEX / Talking about 'Aesthetic vacant and vital "Carlos López Dzur (1) / Part Three: Moving from hyenas / Carlos Lopez Dzur / vacant Aesthetic / Critical / The oh! amatory lyric ego / Of Teth / "Teth turned 33 years": Carlos López Dzur. / In THE LIBREPESADOR / Mayors Cucumber / Cucumber Mayors
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