Internal Fabula
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Write A Letter Of Disconnect Telephone
When I look for a room alone for a while,
Another desperate run to everywhere and nowhere.
When time goes back
and not always forward,
You see it around the corner and do your best,
worse, a unique and indispensable companion.
When I do not belong to any site
but knows he is here, being just a foreigner,
Another is just a memory deformed, the forget what happened,
the beginning and end of the cry, thirst and the hug.
When injustice and loneliness engulfs "The Executioner"
is then inevitably I, You and Other
unfold and embody his terrible desire to be, tearing
intimate celajes dying in the extension of the word bucolic
eclipsing shadows fleeting encounter time
visceral scream filed for three voices which otherness seeing
break their mirrors.
A lucidly revealed
redeems what unfathomable tremor of the senses:
just want to lie on the grass, mate ... and chao ...
Miguel Ramirez
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