The Nightmare and the mirror
bulle entangled sheets and breathes down
dreams that the fragile genealogy of the gravediggers, gardeners
death
frail and poor foundations. Da
jumped,
almost awake to dream a stumbling
in advance by the doze.
The problem came to light (and mirror).
Snakes of restlessness,
scurrying for the covers,
him the
glass that broke in the kitchen at midnight.
I was a little modesty might show well, because his condition
container did not allow the use of cosmetics.
Despite the seams,
continued to advance, or at least tried. Rooted
tiles to finish the journey. Useless
foundations!
If you bring at least some balance
...
Underfoot, the bits (hungry and dentate)
himself.
is a little light filtered through the slots
the blind, but in the end
shadow came,
loaded with amnesia.
And quiet.
The problem came from the lamp,
fragments were reflected in the annoyance
of eyes.
Then came the problem of the broom;
the scene was identical to itself, resting in peace
,
but with an ellipsis.
vomiting on the carpet
-feast-
psychoanalytic classified by colors and sizes.
The jailer asked (very polite)
if you kindly allow your bowels
extend the ground,
to see if the problem were the focus.
One moment everything was still curable.
He opened his shirt, fingers
introduced in the skin into the liver,
and laid him on his palms
-take and eat. At the foot
's deathbed, as the executioner
going to die, son,
have to relieve me and be
your own butcher.
these nails help you, let
them from rusting in the open
until the time comes. And when I
me bury myself. Boiling
fish
drowning between the skin and pajamas. Awake
suddenly
by the terrifying certainty of the lucidity of the gardener.
His hand was afraid to find another hand in the search
switch.
In light bulb, a little peace.
Some events define us
he thought it irreversibly.
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