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Sin voz

By JulioSueco

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En mi país nos hemos quedado sin voces. Las había. Hoy queda solo la boquita muerta, sin labia. Ese es el menester del a bien dado, o bien es No hay campo para rijosos no porque no hay rijosos sino porque lo rijoso se ha hecho carrera y como toda…

te llamas: Misericordia y me tienes en llamas

By JulioSueco

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Eres el aire en sí sin tí nada Contigo todo. Como tenerte entre mis manos cuando ni puedo verte y hasta oraciones aviento al aire para que el viento te las lleve a tus oídos te pido que me escuches que te necesito quisiera verte en mis brazos que…

R-13xiv1455v11-II

By JulioSueco

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If every thought were a breath of air when you ceased to exist Who is to be my life support? When all I ever was you & I chose you as a lifestyle . Like blood chooses to run in veins as a natural course.

multi kulti

By JulioSueco

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I smiled at the child It was a little she child. She donned the garments surely her family thought were appropriate for her. The little female was surely of Somalian hí¤rkomst as they say here, in Sweden. Her garments could easily pass off as a Raggedy…

deadwrong Walt Whitman in 1865

By JulioSueco

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Hay días más importantes que otros. Hoy es un día de esos. Días en que uno se percata de multitudes de cosas y de lo efímero que las cosas son. Se percata uno de la insignificancia que la existencia brinda y que al final todo queda en un símbolo…

number90

By JulioSueco

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The greatest urgency lies in letting life zip by feeling a million ants all over the body crawling, one foot at a time on urges to do something what it is unbeknownst yet the squeak in the chair distracts the impulse of the urges as if life was being…

rot

By JulioSueco

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Ever wonder why? People don’t approach, the stench of death scares them off I believe. I wonder, how I survived to this day Alone, even before birth or death in a bar drinking alone in a room full of people scared to approach they smell, I think,…

New hate

By JulioSueco

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I hate this past-now-future flow of consciousness. This stream of a past a now and what’s to be. So many possibilities. Each tempus bearing a pain. Things that were living as we speak Life flowing by as it brushes our hair a future of what’s…

flux

By JulioSueco

2 Min Read

There isn’t anywhere to run/ Except to shun/ I convince myself that grateful ought I be/ So much goodÂ / be it all false? pops into my head/ playing games/ remaking emotions/ swirling left and right/ until asunder rendered is the I/ I see you/ I…

this morrow

By JulioSueco

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I know that this morrow is as I thought it would be when I thought of it yesterday thou art here I can place a face and a name Remains of a residue which stains the very fabric of the morning which is to be don’t get me wrong: I want you for me but…

Winter nights

By JulioSueco

2 Min Read

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs_T0-voEDI In my apartment here in the Swedish Highlands the view outside the window offers little but a few trees, a huge empty lot between other apartments designed by the same architect and streets were cars pass by to…

odio like socker

By JulioSueco

1 Min Read

Hoy pintó como debió: gris, frío y con bríos. Acá de verdad que hay que sacarle bríos al día. The flotsam and jetsam of the ebb. El residuo del día. Pepenador: el recipiente del rehuso Exprimidor: llameseme ansina. Exprimo lo que fue y dejó de ser,…