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Clásicos

Si algo existe que pueda perforar mi alma
y haga latir mi meticulosidad hasta enterrarme
en las vísceras de la tierra
es ilustrarme con la literatura crucificado con Bach de fondo,
porque no conozco, ni existe deleite
más colosal que su húmeda
fuente de sueños empotrándome
en la sabrosa sapidez de los clásicos,
percibir a través de sus muslos con versado contoneo
a Wilde rozándome la piel
con su prosa rasurada;
al jardinero del mal Baudelaire caldeando mi garganta bramante,
al tiempo que murmura entre convulsiones
"son más bellos los sueños de los locos que los del hombre sabio";
a Sade con sus ríos impúdicos y púbicos que desembocan en mi boca,
"en el amor, todas las cumbres son borrascosas";
a Dostoyevski, epiléptico barbudo que siempre
acude al escondido jardín de mis labios;
a Hesse, empequeñeciendo mi ética,
despeinándome y aturdiéndome;
a Flaubert, Huysmans, Kafka, Maupassant,
un cuarteto a mis pestañas adherido,
¿y Poe?, ay ,¡por los clavos de cristo!
consumir todos los clásicos ambiciono.

Canet
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Naked spirit that goes through doors

Things are complicated
And thoughts are not exceptions
In english the being is more sensitive,
It is not scared,
Neither terrified.
In english the being is ull confidence,
He is comfortable
He start think about a new and different way
To see the life and to perceive what it wants.

Today it is August 23rd
Remembering this day in 2014
Too many things have changed
The being, loves and lovers, the human sense,
religion, skin, hair color, perspectives.
This day in 2012
I remember my being in the hospital
Mom was outside waiting for me
A dermatologist and nurses,
Whom I love very much,
With cotton specks over my face
And too much blood in a scalpel.
The being was anesthetized
But it felt everything
Every cut, every twinge,
Everything was there before the eyes,
Was awake.

Midnight is the perfect hour
To be naked, to be barefoot
Enjoying having a home
And getting naked
Walking through the doors.
In english the being is not afraid to be virgin
Waiting for times and taking breaths
Does not take the life as a competition
Living her essence, her armony and her love
Smiling with every face muscle
Being confident of a YES
And very proud of a NO.
Innocence is very beautiful
But also is attractive be experimented
And of course not being a fool.

A life of free spirit
A free spirit who run through Virginia,
Wants to know about the discoverers.
A free spirit that touch the wind,
Feel the fallen leaves of the trees,
Rubs his skin with mud.
A free spirit that breaks its shackles,
Guides his path without compasses,
Does not live kneeling
It arise every day to get his dreams
Listening to music
Feeling it for all its body
A free spirit that in this world is freedom.
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Walpole time. When I tasted the wildnes

I'm trying to find you among all of them
but no one can compare to you
Every single way, every single day
I still smell of you.

At night I need to go to the park
the light is so blinding, the noise is so rowdy
there is the only place where I can escape from the city
and relive a minium part of that life

You teach me all these savage things
Im not myself anymore
this is a war between who I really was
and who I never will be

So tell me how do I have to survive?
When I don't know how to react
You show me the wild side of the life
and now im lonely in this path

I can't listent to music anymore
all the songs are singing about me
every word is a punch to my heart
reminding me when I was free

You never understood that when you ask me where I live
I wasnt lying to you
but who cares where I lived
if that day you were my home

Can you see that you belong to me?
There is no space or time where I want to go
I just want to be back to that night
when I had a crush on the art of the stars

I don't know where im going now
but just in case I will walk slowly,
I don't want to lose your smell
that is impregnated in each step on my way



19.02.19
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Tentación

"La mejor manera de librarse de la tentación es caer en ella"
Oscar Wilde


Tentado por probar
el néctar delicioso
de la dulce saliva
que brota de tus labios.

Que la provocación
del tórrido suspiro
que emerge de tu boca
excite mis oídos.

Tentado por sentir
el fuego de tu cuerpo
ardiendo junto al mío,
quemándome la piel.

Que el tropical verano,
eterno de tus ojos,
inflame los sentidos
en pálpito divino.

Tentado porque el tacto
de tus sutiles yemas
me colme de caricias
en un roce continuo.

Y que me desafíes
con tu sensual figura
en un trance lascivo
que avive en mí el deseo.

Tentado por hollar
la cima de tus pechos,
la tibia calidez
que fluye de tu sexo.

Que tus fogosos besos,
incluso clandestinos,
afloren el estímulo
de ambicionar probarlos.

Tentado por anhelos,
por ansias de pasión,
a ritmo desbocado
latiendo el corazón.

Y conseguir al fin
que huya del pensamiento
la tentación atroz
de este perpetuo reto.
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To be wild

Go to the forest at night,
swim in the Artic ocean;
wait for a storm to come and see.

Push you out through the grey frog,
climb up the tress of the hill;
look how it will change your horizon.

Be like a flower,
it stays awake in the same place,
willing to grow whenever day it is.


Think about your things you like,
go and do them
to be wild.

Run to see.
Stay to live.
Have fun to brave.
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