ValeryRiverosX

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The right to shyness we lost in God's eyes by being cast out of paradise..

And all we have left tonight is the sweat and the pleasant rest that lasts after love and light fatigue.

There's the desire to carry on when responsibility calls or the body can't take it anymore..

Your traces remain diluting in the memory of the days next to the echo of our cry that still resonates in the walls of the bedroom.

Your dress and your voice remain before and after death, …

There is only this life and the life to come..

The Short Life of Rain

I have become the rain of the clouds that make up the gray sky that rises from your sunsets..

I sometimes sit and watch myself fall through the window and disintegrate into little pieces that crash into the street and sidewalks..

I bump into the glass, then wait for the chance to start sliding, running through ditches, deep water and roofs..

I dilute, I slip and I transform to return again to that place that prematurely saw me born one day and today welcomes me placidly in your bosom.

Drops like tears, spring, stream, flow that never rests to die in other waters and then stand still.

Then live for a moment till the sun rises, for here is no sin, or is it just the warmth of a new day.

Poem 17 Scarecrow (Oliverio Girondo) This is the first time I've seen this song.)

I was clutching her flat arms and she was clinging to my body, with a violent viscosity of mollusk.. A sticky secretion was enveloping me, little by little, until I was able to immobilize myself.. From each of its pores came a kind of nail that pierced my epidermis.. Her breasts were starting to boil.. A phosphorescent effusion lit up her neck, her hips, until her penis, full of thorns and tentacles, was embedded in my penis, plunging me into a series of exasperating spasms.. It was useless to spit on his eyelids, in the cavities of his nose. It was useless to shout my hatred and contempt at him.. Until the last drop of sperm left the back of my neck, to pierce my spine like a drop of melted wax, his gums continued to suck up my despair; and before abandoning me, he left his millions of nails buried in my flesh and I had no choice but to spend the night tearing them out with tweezers, so that I could put a drop of iodine on each of my wounds... What a nice feast it is to be a sleeper who takes advantage of the predilection of the succubi!