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Tonight recited in Gata-literate

That's it. Show premiere tonight, poems, songs. "The purpose of the journey" is called. At 21 h. in the Pub Cantalojas (Huelva). Come there will be surprises. And an appetizer, a patchwork:

That not my

A Charlotte and Rafael Delgado

do not do anything to listen to Justice
(and shamelessly copied Joan Manuel Serrat).
And I only put
details of your life,
(and now we're going to Vallejo)
but I get foam.
I look and I restrain myself,
hear you (I invented it) and I
synthesizers out of his ears.
I do not want TV or video
no remote control (which it said it
Martyrs),
what I want is to snuggle up to you and me
nonsense
and softly recite a verse
without metaphor,
a chorus without song,
a word
(which, of course,
not mine):
see.

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Havalina




I forget you,
want to forget your love,
with a stone on your window,
like a kick in the stomach.

I forget you, I forget

sweat of our bodies clawing,
those nights when I was just running away from me.

you want Ovid,
want to forget your love.

you want Ovid,
want to forget the smell
of our bodies at noon, blur
sad and crooked smile.

you want Ovid,
want to forget your love.

Havalina, The dried leaves (2010)

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Hear the sound of the drill that pierces my tooth. Close your eyes. Swallow. Feeling the heat from the breasts of the doctor in my head. Thank God, genetics and sugars by the filling that I can not stop touching me with his tongue.

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feminine poetry Ode to Malaga

Carmen Lopez gets me rolling pin,

Virginia Aguilar not stop fussing,

by Maria Fernandez Lago I pay,

the Cumpiancita is too small,

Elizabeth Bono deworming like a monkey and Mariaeloy

, Mariaeloy, uf, better

and leave it for today.

(I'm going to Malaga, not expect me awake)

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cares

Your trust is in whiskey and Weed and Black Sabbath . Pantera

lost rid
anticipate every beat
Cower
encoder word
thought
not know and what you tell me or know who
where
why I am writing but not need to. If you're sitting here


nodding to the beat Vinnie Paul commands.

cares, Lydia, who cares
the sun rising, he said Cernuda-
what if you expand as this verse try
or snails do not know why.

If the thing is much simpler.
It is always simple. Close
eyes. Breathe. And now



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