119 NIGHT OF THE PENCILS THE ONE

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, 119 NIGHT OF THE PENCILS The one who seeks the doors With his sandals of basalt and rock. Further behind the olive groves I wish was said a moment AFTER THE FIRST STATION Anyone should go THROUGH THE WALLS Without father or mother with banner ONLY CELIAC Of diamond strength SAIL NIGHT AND DAY THE PORTICO From the wheel of fortune and upright in the air And from the cliffs and the banks of Eden Back far behind With his sandals of mist and snowy crater. Always walking away he came Jumping through the fences. Inrayable BETWEEN GROANS The one who crosses out and FALLS A montonero two priests and children Win and LOSE. There remains a book, a revolution, a courage Mothers in the Plaza de Mayo and a poster Although better than YOUR NAME WAS DELETED Came out without a muzzle AFTER THE SATURNALS Strung up TO BE ABLE TO HOLD THE WEFT Even the rocks Sharpened by the tips of your fingers, Came Transfiguring with the brambles and the sun The hermit lineages of the cobwebs. And the rays spear Of stunned Omens: In blinded and lavish screams; In the caverns of the iceberg and behind the bars; On those outlawed islands; In the Atlantean fading; In panic looking at the scaffold. DE LA CA SA ROSADA To stop the ball in an instant JUPITER FOLLOW YOUR STEPS UNDERAt the same time it sparkles The rain and the lightning YOUR BOOTY Feeling unscathed, 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. »