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We had to enter the house when they came the crazy. It was then when he finished crying, was kicked on the last free throw, we left the shelter where no one would find out, we made ourselves visible. Had to be done before the mad get too close. The most courageous, such as Tumi, stayed until the last moment, even spoke a little with them.
the day was boring being at home. The evening was fine: we restregábamos hands on the stove, large intriguing stories told, the dog we called for the abandonment to lick wet and warm. And we had to do the crazy.
The Quica and Sara, so were called, were mother and daughter. It seems that also had a son, but nobody had seen or knew him or knew where he worked or anything. Mother and daughter
appeared about six. What made from a plant mass relentlessly dark and closed. We could not even imagine that within this oppressive density were any place to eat or sleep. Spaces or where they were to exit or enter. We liked spying. Sharp eye glimpse thought: twisted wood, branches intertwined, glowing eyes of hungry wolves, animal sounds incomprehensible, sharp thorns, buds frames surround and blood. They wore a kind
medieval slave tunics made of burlap, sewn by hand with pieces of yarn of any color, a rope belt around her waist and rain boots "Pampero". Always the same, cold or heat. Among the features of their faces were contorted hung a graying goatee and those of the Mandarins. The mother's goatee was longer, by age. Went to the tangled Chuzas covered with ashes and mud. Pushing a cart with wheels market oval with a dog inside. He was a chubby dog \u200b\u200bwhich only saw the head and both legs resting on the rusted iron bars of the car. The rest of the body succumbed also embedded in a bag made of burlap. Ambassador they called it.
- Would not you like to have a beautiful dog like me? Asked Ambassador evening after evening with his face in despair.
- Who would want a dog of such a family? - We said we.
The Sara had a smaller one in a bag slung over the shoulder back. The small dog was never the same. Do not know if starved or ate them. The little dog had no name, perhaps not fond Non-baptized. The crazy tireless
repeated the same parliament day after day, asking about the fields of Mars, the sun on the wheat field and the rain that night surely avecinarían. Among phrase and sentence shouted "bottle" and "rod." They did it in a high-pitched falsetto voice as a cry for help. A request for someone to release themselves. The imitated us, we like to do contests and choose the one that screamed "the bottle and wand."
That summer, a foul smell was invading us to suffocation. Everyone in the neighborhood, we knew it was coming from the world of crazy, but nobody dared to enter. Neighbors called the fire department.
Firefighters went into the dark foliage where they lived the Quica and drawing paths Sara machete. Tumi was very curious and did not care. It was, without doubt, the bravest us. And you most attracted to crazy. Tumi was also a little crazy. Closely followed the path made by firefighters. Then he told us that in the midst of the thicket he saw a straw and mud hut surrounded by debris of all colors. On the floor of the hut had eight inches of standing water. He thought he saw a mother and daughter were naked, with the "Pampero" on. In the wrinkled skin of the mother saw some pictures violet, like a pirate map.
Some frogs, to defend their territory, they wanted to prevent the entry of firefighters. Croaron deafening, I jumped into the knees. Firefighters are tenacious when it comes to doing good and advanced Hundreds
dragonflies and butterflies clinging to the wings with safety pins, covered the walls of the hut. Tumi told us that many still bleeding. Ambassador startled barked, "By what right and come to our house? he asked. Nobody answered.
The smell came from a rickety bed with a decomposing body wrapped in the sheets. Tumi
saw everything and told us:
- We were not, said two of the thousands whiteflies that flew over the body on the bed.
- Wait a bit that there is still something of brain tissue, called a worm poking out the eye sockets.
Quica, the mother, as the rooster crowed the dawn. Splashing water splashed circles rotten.
- Get up, lazy shit that you have to go to work. Quica rebuked the decomposed body on the bed.
- My son is a lazy shit, you have to go to work but not get up. Tried to explain to the firefighters.
- Rod, Sara cried ...
After the bulldozers came and left nothing. In the place built a Chapel to scare all evil. The priest had to exorcise it with hundreds of gallons of holy water. It seems that the neighborhood was quieter. We keep going home at dusk to the exact time that was heard shouting: "the bottle", "rod"

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the carriers. Painted dark full moon. There is a way asleep, there is another unknown. Animals carry the carriers. Listen to the Linnet announcing the dawn. The horses try to secure a footprint doubtful. The goldfinch's rides and bites them back. Sings the hope of clarity.
will dawn the full moon. The goldfinch's dragged along the darkened road. Looking footprint carriers safe for sleep. The animals mounted to the back of the horses. The carriers take the road unknown. Van asleep
horses. Sing announcing that they have lost. The painted moon night leaves a mark on the road. Clearly no hope of a dark song. A song that announces no trace safe and a single pit at the end of the road.
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Blindfolded small pentagons only sees light on a black background. You may be drizzling. The window is ajar. Wind River is breathed. Smell the water Paraná. Always dreams of water. Once dreamed as a boy. Rang again and there were two. After more than ten.
They talk quietly. They hit some, offered no resistance. Irritates the hum of the dial badly tuned and sound Chinese cell phone.
Le alleviate both their perfume of jasmine and the moon exist only he knows. It is better that she's not here, I would have been wrong.
The alpaca scarf tightened lips. You can not scream. How would you like them deaf to a cry With his hands tied to the knee, pinched. Hurts ... still alive. Not appear to have good luck today, I announce the valleys and the tops of the furrows of the palm pressed against his leg. They stopped
. Lower the car to push. I get on a rail. The wind shakes. His head looks faster than the rest of the body. The rope weighs neck. Push him, folded down the middle. Thirty meters surpassing the impact with the water or into the ground is equal. First stone sinks and splash. The pain of the blow against the surface passes quickly, the cold too.
There is no chance, but another within it that is resisting, fighting. The puzzled looks I did not know he was there. There is little we can do. They end up stranded in the background.
muscles loosen it with the same calmness that when she stroked. May not see her again. Perhaps his lungs flooded his breath not house anymore.
galaxies are reflected in his dark suit as in a mirror, liquid sky. Listen
hit distant oars. Listen to the longing of breath, the evocation of the words I can not tell. Listen to the memory of his name inscribed on every inch of skin. This wrinkle skin pierced by the dark waters. Wrinkle your name engraved forever.
I do not mind the mud rubbing his eyes dilated and the vision of a world in black and white.
"Where is our home we are together," he swore once. If he were here, they would share this home. A home that disappears behind the transparent veil of Japanese prints on the rushes to be fanned. A home that plays with the bait flapping like birds flying overhead in the slow water. Water that invades little by little and leaves no territory unconquered. Bebe
last drink flavored clay and the last drop of salt water that flows from their eyes. Your body is swaying in a soft swing loose He left shoe and hide among the blades. As he rose to the trouble of tadpoles crawl into the mud feels long pounding all ... In all, about to stop. Dream
his breath, his breath. Ten inhalations. Five sighs. Three drowning. One no longer.

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His father had died. He was gone. Perhaps he and his father never were. He took forty cups and forty dishes. Tabled each cup and saucer. He extended his right arm holding a plate and cup. Separated thumb and forefinger: the cup and saucer were dashed against the ground.

The wake was a locked drawer. The relatives were as absent, dumb truths. Words filled with the inexplicable. Evoked, as in a closed level crossing, without going further.

Barefoot in the living, not static cut, for displaying images of the funeral itself again and again. He threw the plate and the tenth tenth cup hoping to survive. The pottery was shattered pieces of flowers, filigree, fruits and handles.

mortuary in the children wrote on a blackboard. Unspoken words they wrote. An older man's lectured without understanding. Without understanding that children do not know of sins. Some brats crawling up the stairs of the steps. They kissed their mothers, in the next step kissed their wives and their lovers kissed break.

had thought many times the murder. His father, always so wise, he was overtaken. So wise in his coffin.
With the last cup and the last plate suspended in the air, he knew he would dedicate the rest of his life to resurrect.

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The bald head that comes and goes with the motion of the waves of the lake. The glare that plays with the elbow of one arm buried in the mud of the shore. A torso without a body, a heel without a foot, a leg twisted. Dull floating in the murky waters trying unsuccessfully to hide the morbidity of the parties, the horrible lack of whole bodies. There was sufficient evidence
momentum unchecked, the boiling blood of exposed veins on the cheeks of the mutilations disgruntled.
He produced the destruction and will have to pay. It was an attack of insanity, irrational explosion, a loss of control. None of this serves as mitigating.
had taken the scissors to his mother. The far edge of the forbidden. Had led to the lake. He promised joys. He promised to be others, make up stories. Fall exhausted from laughter. Perhaps
had an accomplice, he could not do it alone. Perhaps the madness, to redouble forces, sweeping. Perhaps the sense of do or die.
And we must ensure the safety of society. Nobody wants to live in danger. Nobody wants these behaviors to expand, grow, to break into the warmth of our homes. Prevention is better than cure. Five years is a fair sentence. Come out when you have ten. For by now were his puppets, tomorrow it could be us.

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grandfather wrote everything in detail. Like the good farmer who was was used to clearly describe the growth of plants from seed to ripe fruit. Left, according to the other, accurate and absurd about how he wanted the final ceremony. Then I made him promise that would meet without question. In return, he won in life the greenhouse. I thought I left a great treasure. For them it was just a room with plastic walls, moist and sultry, whose only value lay in its location.
When we were little we had much fun weeding help to put the guides, to check that they are clean irrigation ditches and chase ducks, hens and mice that came from inside the pumpkin.
We enjoyed watching the dewdrops sliding down the translucent roof. We also liked crazy to put names to plants, dragonflies, the bugs and all balls what went on there. For the mice not because they escaped very quickly. The grandfather I shouted 'there is one, "but when I was turning her head to look and was gone.
Grandpa took root in the greenhouse, so it was always with muddy shoes. Pampered pumpkins, smell the basil, peppers looked, checked the degree of ripeness of tomatoes. Played to plants like the keys on a piano. Ligerita did to trigger the following just before the end of the vibration from the front.
meals made with vegetables from the grandfather knew a paradise: the smell of the dishes, the glory of the zucchini and eggplant filled, the subtle flavor of sauces and souffles.
When the other grandchildren grew bored with the routine ended their gloomy: the repeated germination, seedlings, mature buds, seedlings and bushes were part of a world too small for your new desires. It was going.
I stayed here, say in ten ... eleven. Some say twelve. I think I stayed because I like and to see the mice out of the inside of the pumpkins. Grandfather was
were draining the will as sand between the toes. Each day was less. When it was all made it to the big. The hearse was shaped. He did not like flowers because he said that smelled of death. He would not palms or crowns or branches. The coffin onto the path to the cemetery surrounded by cabbages, carrots, hoes, watering cans, cauliflower, onions, cabbage, shovels, cucumbers, peppers, rakes, straw hats, leeks, frightens birds and birds.
's grandfather was also the mice. Nobody believed me but today I was faster than them and I could see them first.

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A Carlos I phoned the office. Strange, in ten years no one ever called. We should be serious, an accident, a death, maybe. He spoke less than a minute. We are expectant, wanted to know. The cut and continued as usual, with his habitual parsimony. This distribution
nothing ever happens, so we hope all day for a phrase, comment, another call. Sent it to Agnes, who was the only one who exchanged the odd phrase Carlos. Agnes is the women that I do not deny anything. Carlos is one of those able to deny something Agnes. At last we forget the subject.
Carlos came to work on time every day of the week. At noon dined with hunger and said he had a good night's sleep. However
in the monotony of the same day we got used to discern the subtle differences. The flap of the enormous ears gave us a cold pooch. Carlos got up the flaps.
is blurred.
One afternoon, a certain Alexander was announced at the reception. Carlos asked. We associate the call immediately.
Alexander was handsome as a king was accompanied by a melody with hints of burnt sugar. Agnes saw it and fantasized about a subtle bite of those who linger on the palate.
When he announced the visit, Carlos is quick to make the last double salto, stumbled but regained his balance.
began to rain. We sat in silence, listening to the small impacts of the drops against the window.
Someone left the cage open. When it rains, bears, beats his chest making it sound like a drum. The presence of Alexander
we altered a bit to everyone. Especially Carlos and Ines who kept looking. Inés
tightened the rope and walked slowly, like balancing a big stick. She always did, but we noticed something different. Especially the jasmine that grew hair.
downtown was flooded.
jumped expelled as a trampoline, open the windows. When the floods took the opportunity to enter the water, makes us happy and spend hours faster.
do not know by whom, but it started playing a waltz on the violin stretched notes. Insurance was the attraction that developed between the three. Agnes and Charles
held hands and got into the raft. We helped her out through the balcony. Alejandro light, paddled.
We take the five minutes of regulation to see how they went into the sea.

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dried tits

If we throw cherish a moment of glory

healing without the smell of death
or early morning awakening or anonymities

without crowds jostle

without cliffs or jumps or gaps

or disgust

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hate
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hate to believe a genius and what it costs me hold it.

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hate this obsession with your skin.

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hate hate hate cold milk milk

hate my milk when pressing.

be old to rock and roll
be old to shake
For "effeminacy and licentiousness of the flesh"
hate the fucking priest sentenced him nonstop.

I hate not being able to sing "November Rain" as Axel Rose to sing


not hate the compulsion
One idea over another
One idea after another
one idea over another and not stop
And
And the head that for ever. God I hate


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At first there was no night or compulsive thoughts. Everything was unique, bright and innocent. By the time
that erupted appetite, desire, the kiss ... the balance split things into two and put balance mania half of one side and half the other. Now and then something crossed the line and any party temporarily weighed a little more than the other. The equilibrium is always unstable.
was there when it appeared the night and dreams.
Between the folds of darkness comes the wait, the indefinite, the animal terror. All take shelter and sleep. Others groping in the darkness waited a day to put things in place. And so forever.
He never slept. When I say never ever, since birth. No crying. Just llorisqueaba by necessity, to remember their existence. I did not know the bliss of sleep, relief of the body without images or words, or ideas. Restless thoughts were invading it gradually. First nested in the limbs and thus lost the motion. Overwhelmed and for the time elapses, invented languages, accurately described undiscovered worlds, spoke to the birds that unmeasured locations glimpsed instruments.
When Dreams undreamed paralyzed his stomach was fed to the vibrations of air, pouting babies, gestures, winks, last breaths. When he suffered throat surrounded bars of silence. Silences disturbing but essential.
hard now hangs a stake, in view of everyone. Only flashes. It is feared that when his eyes the closure, the reality is diluted.
One night, he cut off the eyelids. He will be forced to watch us. We will be safe ... we can sleep in peace. Leda

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turned cello melodies. The fertile felt like a god. He stroked her navel and massaged her belly as a globe who goes looking for some imaginary city where the three live happily. He rested his head on the abdomen and listened to the life warm, simple, glorious. Felt envy.
He fell asleep with her head resting on the shoulders of the wife.
wanted to take off the lids and saw only darkness. Felt slimy walls, touched his eyes cooked, swam.
swam without moving, not breathing, just curl up and stretch. He was small and weak. Sucked the thumb of his right hand to avert unnecessary panic. Then he felt the full, complete, free from hunger and thirst.
had one on his hand, another equal to it. An incomplete, contained in a permeable membrane in an egg. I was curled up on himself, his tongue broken out of the corners of his lips. Swimming.
marine were no moons and headlights. And angry warriors if urged the occasion, willing to kill for a place. Motionless
advanced by the same tunnel, dark and damp.
The other would complete and he once opposed. Sniffed a possible shared future nipples played, games and tasks, fevers and sore one another. In coscorrones in secret, without Mom to see. Deliciously caressing and pinching for one and just terribly cruel to the other. Two against the world but united by hatred. No parent
childless. The child is coming for the crown and the father can never abdicate. Why divide the kingdom? Why share the abundant breast milk and honey?
the road narrows, the strength to follow it became uncontrollable. No room for two at Eden.
placed the cord around the neck of another. Then screwed the other end of the cord into its small foot and pulled hard.
doubt flickered in the sky the constellation of the twins. No one could put words to silence. Nobody could tell the story of the absent, which could not be.

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was not lazy, not bothered him the way they live. Was not depressed or in crisis. Simply felt that what might happen during the day, not interested. So it is not dressed or brushing teeth, or breakfast. He stared out the window. He looked and looked and only saw himself.
was a beggar on the sidewalk, made it happen. He gave a pair of dress was new. Also, his shirt and tie. Did washing and shaving. Told where was the work that group had to take, when to get off. He gave the coins and documents. Solemnly gave him his name: "Carlos". In lieu earned a holy name. Instructed it to buy back the bread and some jasmine for Ophelia. And stroke his ears, that made her happy. He thanked the beggar
their willingness to replace him in the game of life. He also thanked play accept his death. He saw it was all a game, but now he was gone.
walked naked through the park and each step was more subtle. Its magnetic field vibrated intensely felt light.
When he had exceeded the ceiling house, an angel machine gun fire struck in the chest. Was already filled the quota of the "Francis" in paradise.

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Ulysses, the beetle, sang patriotic songs. It was the ugliest of the students, so trying to learn fast. Ugly ass would have been a calamity.
I was on the way back home from "triumphant and eagles flying warriors" when a ball of branches at full speed took him ahead.
- Hey, what're you doing? Soltam I have to go home - called Ulysses.
- I can not, I have these leaflets with serruchito that stick to everything - the bower apologized.
- My mom will kill me.
Pushed by the wind rolled down the mountainside, downhill. Speed \u200b\u200bmoved to Ulysses left. It was a light brownish color. Is the maximum that can be clarified when the beetles are pale.
Ulysses "that applied" never deviated from the path, so I did not know this part of the mountain. I had not seen the brightness of the wheat and mill blades. Nor is rowdy river water when running.
The small beetle with his father was Formula 1 racing on TV. Many times he got into a matchbox and ran at full speed. Almost always crossed the disk first. It seemed that her dream had come true, but I was not sure of enjoying. I felt a mixture of fear and sense of adventure.
The issue was complicated when the cliff fell off the cliff. Formula 1 turned into airplane. He felt his stomach out of the shell and the antennas will vibrate madly.
Holding one another felt the blow that plunged into the River. Before the drowning say "dead" back to float. The current spun. At every turn, Ulises sank in and out, sinking in and out. The first few times he coughed water, but he got used. And even looked forward to the certain opportunity to return to dive and feel the tickle of tadpoles touching their feet.
- A cousin of mine once caught a chewing gum, never to be parted - He sentenced the tangle of branches. Comment care much
Ulysses. How could eat and sleep curled up in here? He thought his mother would be worried, perhaps never see her again.
The trunk of a fallen tree on the river stopped running them. Ulysses hit the shore break. Was not within the orchard. He stayed for a while breathing hard and dry in the sun. In the background is quite amused and had never had such close friends with whom play.
- See you tomorrow at the output of the Cole? - He asked Ulysses to his new friend.