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"Because you never forget people on this coast, Rose.
And some people never forget.

I'm sitting on a chair today, but the water was cold that day.
My thoughts intertwined with the grass of June.

The radio played
"In The Springtime of His Voodoo"

A foreshadow.
But I don't need to talk about that day.
Where's the heat I deserve?
In the spring.
Out of reach.
I want you to open my brain and senses, convulsively."

Carve

You need to carve this on a rock:

"Let them know that it's a law.
Even on blue waters.
The cold will not catch your body
If I play the wind."


Sing it any way you want.
Their ears will bleed.

Moon, March.

I remember.


March.
On the bodies, mythology.
The cards swayed.

A balmy forest.

As I write I begin to shiver.
Mary and her Child, locked in bloom.

Dry love,
the tactic of your birds (hands)

Those days.

The Various Faces of Texas

I was not driving, but on the road I saw a sign:

The Various Faces Of Texas

It grew dead plants around it, brushing on the gruesome side of the road.

Why did the title stuck in my head is not important today,
but what has come to mind in the following days is.

You summoned The Lone Star's Desire, from outside of your cave.
I have come to see I have moved mountains for you to blossom your desire into a black hole.

"and deep down into Silvia's Firmament."
-you bestowed towards the road-

Who's to care if I revolve around a movement of sand and yellowish lies that wraps around me, everyday?
I am not from your movement, and for that you are removing your own flag from independence.

There are quite a few flaws around here,
but you can see me building a spike tree, to save your own life.

"an apple is being thrown towards Silvia's firmament."

How could you be so sure?
The graces are overflowing in this room.
Let's move to the other one, Furthest West.

Convexo-Concave

Before you do it, make sure your variegated thoughts can leave a mark.
You explain. "I do as I'm told."

India,
France.
Welcome, you are in peace now.

Go and cast the water like a snake would, holding a stick up-in-the-air.
Beef and sweat to make the water unclean.

But as you raised your mouth to the sky, you said the following:
"For the waters to remain unclean, you need to cut the skin of the snake first."

What does that mean?
At the end you are
Convex on one side,
Concave on the other.

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You're drinking the sound again.


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I opened the morning through the window. The grass is not blue but there are
layers of clouds with free spirits.

The mountains have woken with cranberry whippings, and the apples are:

a) not leaking
b) not in the ground.

So, where are they?
I stand firmly on the inside, staring at the blue remaining above.
Where is this leading?
Towards peace?

From the sun the door fell today and the pen and pages swallowed the great blue sky
Your thin lines and pagan manners were carved on stone, the tribe allowing this, being sold for food.

There are two sides to each story, this has been proved and the process was not fulfilling.
This is where the light strikes the truth:

You adopted a somewhat timid position, not that I mind.
But we can't hold a flag together against repression, if you want it to happen.
Your side has the devil's access, so go and be wise again.
From the other side, where trees drown in their own roots.

I have another side, that shoves gifts upon my threshold without wanting to, everyday.
This is where we shine.
But I have to break the bad news, there, a twist.

If the notes are played correctly, we can work a scale that will make those girls leak, that will make the wood break.
But if not, then we will not only lose time. I will, then, have tainted your momma's gown in your name.

It's the acoustic shock,
the pinching of the nerve,
the biting of the lip,
the thought I thought would make you cringe.

What do you have to say in defense?
The honors have been handed.

Our Thursday, This.

Here's a thought: Had this been a true story, I would not be sitting here today.

Lenghty, thursday night. The masks are off and the choir puts itself in place.
The clock pushed the tempo up, alongside with my temper as I couldn't manage to sweeten the room, your marks were missing and I couldn't tell why.

Slow and heavy as they were, the sour hours were dragging themselves into the room.
They try but they can't make a better world.

I easily breathed along with the choir, clapped the possibilities away.
Curtain call, goodbye.
But to say goodbye is to open another world of possibilities, nevertheless you came seeking the Rainy Voices and their Rage, to my surprise! as my fists loosened and to the wink of an eye that brought back the curtains to the light.

What happened from that moment to where we stand now?
There is more dust here than anywhere.

As your usual easily-driven you, did not say a word.
Still I read the disappointment you were conceiving, in natural ways.

You said: "I wouldn't mistake this."
I knocked on white wood.

The tables were not turned for us, rather switched roles for themselves in a sacred dance we couldn't keep track of.
What does this mean? The magic was softening our brains, up there and down to the shoes.

We may be sitting next to each other but we're separated as we try to find the affective words that pull us by miles from an ambiguous wave.
You opened The Book of Women but it seems this inadvertently stabs our fingers in dispassion.

I thought we had what we needed.
This is a good one:

At your moment you had it all.

Same here.

And the betrayal was feeding from this, we knew because we've been here before.

I began to realize that you were taunting the degrees of separation, working them with your fingers you managed to hide your anger in a proper way, giving her a risky blessing under Bethlehem's range.
She had a pepper smile and bounced back the blessing, this time in Mary's name.

But on the other side she would be arguing in a fever glow.
But that is what you need, and you will have it whole.

I created the moon and from your New Yorky eyes you barked at the night.
Outside of the chamber we walked to a westland.
You conquered both the bones and the brain.

From here until Sunday.