You lie down and for my burial.
Melancholy of the old kings.
Sadness that I do not want.
She walks with me like a one-eyed dog
I carry it awake
and in all my sleeplessness.
I see better at night
I have forgotten sleep
daytime fatigue, at night I do not sleep.
My bones ache,
everlasting fatigue.
Everything tastes simple to me
how to live without the sense of taste
but extreme pleasure.
I enjoy only the breeze
and writing at night in a hurry.
I am a wanderer in process.
I no longer hunt or jump
I fear the neighbor will give me poison.
Sometimes I would like to die
even though I already live dead.
I don't want to end up like Kurt Cobain
That's why I must beat you
but you lodge in my bones.
YOU ARE READING
My loves, Love of my home
RomanceI had the amusing task of managing eight girlfriends; Colita blanquita, Colita negrita, Huesita radioactiva, Intensita enamorada, Anita la preciosa, Larguita la prima, Inquieta perversa and Pasmadita solapada. This risky undertaking was developed du...
