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Sidarzia-Tatoo

TATTOO

The tattoo does not save you Cause you are
That the tiger
threat from your chest
Neither cobra rises from your arm
are pure meat bone that opens
part brave airs

In the Terror to the shooting.

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Siddartha, un poeta bajo la lluvia.

THE HOUSE OF RAIN

Outdoor burning afternoon sun roof
As the water falls
Accumulated every winter
They have passed through my eyes

open umbrellas Furniture
float their stories of visitors and relatives who traveled
your station by my memory

of the dishes and coffee chats
drained the last words
With the taste of sugar cubes
Y la siempre despedida de la puerta

Y yo empapado de toda esa agua
Esquivo objetos que me lloran su presencia
En medio de los truenos agazapados
En cada rincón de esta casa que no se rinde.

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EN POESÍA NUNCA UNO ES POCO.

5 PM PATIO/POESIA

Sólo han venido cinco chicos a escucharme
Para nadie fue noticia la lectura de mi poesía
Alcé la silla con mi mano libre y dije

De aquí no se va nadie
Que ahora somos suficientes

Los árboles dejaban caer sus hojas
Sobre la voz de las cuartillas
Y la poesía era puro ojos labios mordidos
Ropa acribillada oídos todavía 6 pm


I keep my words and hands become
night Amid the solitude of the betrayal of the chairs.

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A veces en Sidarzia llueve y los ojos no cesan.

RAIN IN 3D

Boobs Schoolgirl uniforms fabric pushed water

afternoon thunder splinter
And the smoke of an image memory
Naked follows the rain.

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POEMAS DE SIDDARTHA

TOMATOES IN THE VIA

Red tomatoes on the floor with the mixture
Some
And the blood spilled on the asphalt reflects
the eyes of passing vehicles

a long line of heads

windows And a woman's black shoes
Far from each other

painted nail His feet left
Tan
As if anyone belonged

Yet I know that somehow surrounded by tomatoes
She's my friend busted

The sister I never knew tomatoes
Blood
my sandals.

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"... what people are saying: That black
other plays, Note that if you eat ... "

always knew that her voice was a gift to cheer
men never left the covers and the hat and" switched "the farmer claimed the misery
the penalties clueless sagacity to his cat and trova no place for sadness Man
later immortalized in stool
Women kiss on the merit of simple words and sound

from village to village wore the victory of "Francisco the Man" about the death
Simple and sober as land
With wisdom mount that permeated his notes
With the water elemental
eternal Fifteen de noviembre el acordeón enmudeció
Señoras llorosas reclamaban el justísimo título de viudas
Decían el disparate que el rey había muerto
Pero él sólo dormía el sueño de la leyenda.