lunes, 29 de septiembre de 2008

This is my mud -Rudimenta style-

* Equal to the millstones of jaguar.
* This day was never mine.
* The Sun can be a bad dog and I do not have history.
* Another day in the tranquility of the jungle.
I do not know that to think. It are it nice.
To be wrong smells to mistake.
I am a small cat hurt by an anonymous herd. I clear the foam of the bark.
To rest under the white spot.
The guardian in the bureaucracy.
* This hour of the evening does not have name. I am the late afternoon.
* With this legendary pain extracting the crumbs of the poetry. Says Rivers: but it does not prevent from turning / turning from speaking about a dog / anyone, one black / black dog dog moving the tail.
Anita says: the brain to ten centimeters of the brain (mollera)/spends the communion/of the captivated ones. -Rudimenta Style-.

miércoles, 24 de septiembre de 2008

sábado, 13 de septiembre de 2008


no disparen disparen esas imágenes
prendo y pasan "la banana mecánica"

del amor soy sobra
huesos llevados en camión desde las carnicerías
para algún día ser calcio
mezclado con el azúcar
con la gelatina

años ah... mirando igual
Another day in the tranquility of the jungle?
es como cuando la vista empieza a
acostumbrarse a la oscuridad

martes, 2 de septiembre de 2008