18.ACHILLES

18.ACHILLES

18.ACHILLES In the corner hired gun of name, the dispossessed fibers haggard and abandoned. After On the ridge after, Choked on goodbyes, Crushed its ribs, They grope, deer skin. Nailed in the jump. From the willow to the arrow of the feather Of stone of the eagle of all The stones, undetectable beat The footprint, Tirelessly stranded in the footprint without its trunk, stone augur stranded In its dislocation. Behind the scenes of the oracle the clusters the huddled places and the paths of a corner, the room of junk, of dust. The wrecked carriage without its war and the unhinged wheels whipping the trot endless of steeds, its inhabited gloom, apathy of an attic, lulling its loneliness Y, a friend and his mockery poison preaches to him, in his stumble already stepped on. Patroclus yearned for.

A sandal from afar powdered with struggles and victories Fermented from discord.

19 DIALOGUE BY

The knots on all its edges. The cold that numbers the sandstone flakes Counting without passing.

You once pierced the dream of the MERCHANTS, frost march, among the sunset stars, prior to, a night of predictions; stony dungeons of the first mystery swinging dolmen, buttock and sail, bluish megalithic of eclipses and makeup artists.

Lintel raising the scepter of the cornice with his horseshoe for the abysmal path of the firmament, towards the hatch and wound from the altar. You who in your extreme joys of merriment sir commander Stonehenge. Skeleton of infinity.

Guaquero, tribal prayer, ax of endearing trembling, from the mother, the dogs and Gallos. Procession that the dawn has already condemned us. And the sun on the plains.