Lower Back Pain Above Waist Left Side

Que lava y enfría

She runs, naked, of course, are falling behind landscapes of war, theaters of war, soldiers armed with spears, shields, laser guns, stone axes, old soldiers and old wars and eras, whose Roman redbeds dance in the air as they take over and over and over and fall back and mortally wounded, intrepid Iroquois painted by hand to be close their eyes, sending shrieks which mirrors shake heaven Legionnaires thirsty in the sun as if stumbling Africa suddenly the poisonous gas had been reached, as if their bodies to seek out for themselves, she runs on the slim wave that just your feet sink, and behind ah behind the miracle starts, the electric flash of life, again and again, and planets exploding ... her naked, with the sun-blond hair, and behind, behind empires fall and rise, and every man dies and goes through your body and I hope to get naked ah running with their eyes on the excesses of sex in the rain lava and cools in the evening.

Chewing Gum And Upset Stomach

Borges


the elderly get cold in his face walks slowly

leaning on his cane
suspicion that this place is strange question

speakers of urgency by the outlaws

questions in slang
infinitely long ago expelled him
mirrors and sensing death comes as a book without order or sense

full of blank pages and if

reborn
nothing would have changed would have gone through the same mazes
without Ariadne's thread / kodama
by
same trails in the same blindness
, after all, a bad environment for a poet or change


this moment where you do suspect
story is dying in Buenos Aires

...... ............

Love in their butts

Yes, we love.
A shock.
A scratch,
with fury and tenderness. They

Last additions
in long caravans;
crowds emaciated,
clows murderers, mothers raped

on TV.

Rio de alcohol, anxiety
rivers, rivers
hilarious.

addiction only needed your shell,
incurable, indeed.

Yes we love. We turned
butts on our backs. Granny

How Can You Become A Werewolf Through Blood

Diversidad: lo dicho y no dicho ó No hay un chancho que no vuele

looks at me, as you look at a pig with which it was fondly as you think "I should have told me eaten, baked with an apple or orange in his mouth" and looks at me and growls and opens his legs white leather milky, and dropped limp on the chair facing me still looking at me like the pig roast on the table with the same love, with the same desire as fans and as if his words come from his crotch, from the darkness, or from the channel full of his colon, or your gut it does not matter, slowly articulating each letter is peeling recreates his voice as if he were talking to a pig that can no longer eat at certain terms, a basic fact, as basic as pork skin that covers me , oily warmth oh!, this fear-snouted pig that dug under the heart and dirty in the dirt made my words and wishes and deaths are deaths if not just a syncopation of this miserable life, they always wallowing in popular movies edge and hunger of others, these short legs and the pig lie born under the sign of man, so tell me and see Grandma and says, that girl was not for you. Perhaps

Side Effects Of Cornflour

Oh, otra vez

has spent a lifetime, or more than death since those days and clonazepam and sex Pamela adrift, anywhere any more or less admitted wins. She and her nails and her tongue looked angry and lost and the tension in the lips, that that wound muecamuerte anxious in the face while I hurt / crying out their nails, burying them in my back. It's been a death, and sings a ghost walk with your name on my phone now: me, I'm Pamela, oh Vielov you hear me? Are you there? And I know that is not your body, your true voice, the translucent skin of your ghost your desire, call me. And there are flames on my body, wrapped, lacerating, wishing, searching and searching that way. Me, insists Vielov, oh Vielov. And cry cry or think or say in a cry: Oh, again this vidamuerte of knowing and yearning, this muertemuerte of our names ringing in our lips! Ah, I never masturbate thinking about you!