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Women - Pez (nine pieces) was born


1.

Like a storm, you slip, you immerse yourself, even the most deep and dark, only to discover you ...

But the area he calls you, you talk to a purr of soft winds and waves.

Emerges with all your greatness ... You open

Sea skin whiplash. And discover the gray sky ...

These single on the surface ... and in the background.

Sola.


2.

noticing the diamonds on the waves. Perhaps you met God walking on water, but does not recognize.
You were separated from the start when her voice said go forth the oceans.

But your heart is indomitable, even though it guards those thorns of salt.

I knew the sea in a dream one morning, I saw that the ground out salt water fish and algae I wrapped the immensity and then climbed the tower to see his arms hugging the earth.

But remember seeing you, maybe you escaped me between my legs, but I was scared because nobody taught me about the sea and woke up.


3.

And you call all the waters around you, and you started to tell stories on the surface ... and they delighted decided overflow.

4.

and penetrated everywhere.

And the men and women of the earth mourn their dead without a body ... and Flowers fanning each onslaught, and ocean current carried them off the bottom ... spirits trapped sprout again (someday) to the light ...

5.

Diaphanous. You joined the light, your heart beat as current and you came to earth.

men love at the shore, drowned in your bed of mud ... with your naked body perfect, appear among the streams. And lust was the death of them. Us.

7. And the sea

sang his odes to the sky, with a pleasant voice and understandable ... and you alone on the rocks, weeps for your tears was that the sea was salt.

And the sea with waves comforted you warm on your back, but not for you there was relief ... more than that symphony on the skin of the seas.

was sad as before, soft, tender, unprotected, dreamy ... again you were drowned in the sinking sun without shelter.


8.

Tragic. As the tsunami. Biting the lips of the sea ...

And the storm came on bad omens that hit your forehead and your sorrow. These

love drifting, drifting in solitude, without direction, Castaway ... Rumbled upset against the cliffs.

Who are you now? Who are you now that the sea kick you off your bed? Who you now that staying silent until the bottom of your heart wild?

Who are you, woman, who are you?

Who are you now can not find answers to all this?


9.

I also look for the perfect love. So divine and immaculate ... perhaps beyond time.

But I'm on the surface, and I feel hungry and tired.

And my skin is dried by the sun and my mouth calls lips.

I also look for the perfect love, so easy, so holy. And I want to sleep with someone beside naked. I also

I'm just like a dog ... mangy, hungry, fleeing from all sides.

not find refuge in these skies.
not get no relief from this hell.
my dream I break the spine, I'm crumbling.


Damian Mictlantecuhtli

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