Monthly Archives: February 2003

Estoy cansado, he escrito mucho en inglés y me mata mucho pensar en ese pinche adorable odioso idioma. Pero ni modo, es una carga génetica que llevo denro. Ni modo de hacerme un operación plástica por ello. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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Haiku G-spot

The rain came by Leaving water puddles I got mud with love

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Thoughts galore

Boy! Been working on this last poem and it sure seems to always need some improvement. Even when I am moderately satisfied with it I go back and give it a second look. I try to be consistent with the … Continue reading

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Haiku #0000004

Typing like hammers light bright as nails My head hurts today

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Stockholm Rucks

Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along noised urban voices People … Continue reading

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The pavement was like any other, black. Sand blended with dirt could be seen strewn on the surface. Strolling along its path, George, with his hands inside his pockets, noticed a kiwi smashed well into the rocky asphalt leaving a … Continue reading

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During the high moon season, the beaches are empty, and for once, the stretch of water belongs to the natives. It is at these times that Horuniku takes strolls along the edges of the sand where the waves of the … Continue reading

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Rupert and Albert had just come in the house and as Albert went straight ahead to the flower base he had bought yesterday he restarts examining his new prized object, a flower base from the Ding Dinasty. Rupert headed for … Continue reading

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Under mounting pressure his self tries to liberate from the net of false presuppositions that entangled him into an orgy of angst and guilt. ” Did I say that right?” Did they think I was too chatty, did they find … Continue reading

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lapsus

Under mounting pressure his self tries to liberate from the net of false presuppositions that entangled him into an orgy of angst and guilt. ” Did I say that right?” Did they think I was too chatty, did they find … Continue reading

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