Humming with her sandals The infidences of the gravel of the roads And the chirps of agape in the desert And the perpetual farewell to the horizon aquamarine Towards its purple opaline, Towards her garnet shrouds, Or towards the diamond chinks From the sparkling Symphony of the spheres. Behind the stars and their cuts And the enameled cracks Of undaunted gorges, With his sandals of basalt andwho rock. 119 NIGHT OF THE PENCILS The one seeks the doors Further behind the olive groves Anda from the cliffs andTHE the banks Eden I wish was said moment AFTER FIRSTofSTATION Back far behind Anyone should go THROUGH THE WALLS With sandals mist and snowy crater. Without father or his mother withofbanner ONLY CELIAC Always walking away he came Of diamond strength SAIL NIGHT AND DAY THE PORTICO Jumping through fences. From the wheel of fortune andthe upright in the air Inrayable BETWEEN GROANS byand the FALLS tips of your fingers, The one whoSharpened crosses out Came A montonero two priests and children Transfiguring with the brambles and the sun Win and LOSE. Thea book, hermitalineages of the cobwebs. There remains revolution, a courage And the rays spear Mothers in the Plaza de Mayo and a poster Of stunned Although better than Omens: YOUR NAME WAS DELETED In blinded and lavish screams; Came out without a muzzle In AFTER THE SATURNALSthe caverns of the iceberg and behind the bars; On those outlawed islands; Strung up In THE the Atlantean TO BE ABLE TO HOLD WEFT fading; In panic looking at the scaffold. Even the rocks DE LA CA SA ROSADA At the same timeJUPITER it sparklesFOLLOW YOUR STEPS UNDER To stop the ball in an instant Feeling unscathed, The rain and the lightning YOUR BOOTY And your turn of the blade in the tornado TODAY IN THE COMPETITION OF THE LAND OF THE TINS In her sweet, spun spasm DERVICHES DANCING WITH HEADBANDS, RIBBONS AND ORNAMENTS. Oriflamas invokes a troubled GUBLING HIS TECTONIC RING TONE, ETHERNET From shore to shore with cables, the presence is established TO establish the trace of cruelty, leave it all covered After a messenger and an accomplice OF HERMES IN THE LAIR And tomorrow forging iniquities FROM THE PANTHEON, FROM THE CEREBELLUM CLOUDY. Hecatos LISTENING TO THE ECHO, of criminal confessions PERPETRATED WITH A JOYFUL HEART. On the corner ON THE CORNER Wait for the loot A gentleman mollusk limpet SMELL With the numbing attention WAIT Wait UNTIL HE DECIDES Your stumbles YOUR FALL. What is written is what is written This is how a teacher wins the last battle against a lieutenant There is a poem by Benedetti in the left pocket THAT BARELY! It can accompany so much pomp, ambition so much crime AND SO PUNISHMENT. »
119 NIGHT OF THE PENCILS THE ONE
