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Love in the hospice TODAY I AM PANTERA

Mary Jane Ansell


crazy

Today all of my body
quarks, mesons are atoms

erect,
are removed and excited turbulent

and look in your eyes the answer.




Jared Joslin

Today I am black panther,
sharp as ice chopper
the cup filled with alcohol

and desire.



Jared Joslin




My front legs are a set question, which proclaims


sinuous and pours you an Indigo
flowers unknown.
My steps leave an aura
musk, crisp flesh and torn
. Today my nails

nailed in the flesh and tore the skin
satin
of your light.





Di Te Vogo


consumption
devour you,

I eat your body and your soul
.




Bruno Di Maio


you possess, echo of your voice

and wear you down.
My body shakes you bothered by your trembling

and your armor.


Uncle Miguel




We

, rise, battle fierce today I am exalted

and overflowing, do not let


die your atoms do not understand the fatal

of our lives become .






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Let me go in the corner

in your smile:

walk through your lips.

You,

've always been there, loving me

infinite streams,

believe, without knowing

itself which would have both

have expected.

You,

always

've seen the moon with me,

distant and fanciful ...

... the moon with me.

You're the difference

that we are similar.

are my tears night

which springs from my children's eyes;

that comes to you without your knowledge.

that tear you

sleeping on your chest.

The Beat

the beating of my belly

hopeful

life

maybe I will later ...

That

after

mysterious

you have observed!

you my love for the flag ...

my adoration for the solitude

always involving.

The rap I have not received

singing this to be invented.

you that day

etched in my memory.

dark that day:

with electricity and air

cold and the smiles we shared.

the day you die.

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A step towards my

Let's leave

to hide

between phantasms.

takes a step toward me,

hold me in your arms ...

I want you to hold me

and tell me you love me

and make me dream your dreams,

make me live your reality

in my reality.

Fill me joy,

take me to heaven with a smile.

A love that extends

on the esplanade always

the common plaza ...

do not need

all noticing,

but I want you to feel it.

Nor is it necessary to destroy us.

Just take a step towards me:

breaks the chains that bind you

follow me ...

We will eat the world,

we eat people ...

life we \u200b\u200beat.

We will eat you and me,

to enjoy them slowly ...

want to taste you with all my senses!

Even if these tears taste

running without saying ...

Even if the vulgar taste

of your soul ...

Even if there is to like out of nowhere ...

O empty air,

wet and cold, you leave

when you go without saying

how or where.

Just step

and exploit,

flushing sensations

overwhelm you.

Just step

forward,

a step toward me.

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De Gonzalo Rojas

Gonzalo Rojas, a Chilean poet born in 1917, seduces us with his passionate verse, the flesh and spirit combine to delight those who admire his poems. The desire, eroticism marking off his lyrics take us to somewhere we love, and our bodies combines the essence of giving without restrictions. LETTER OF SUICIDE
• I swear this woman has left me brain,
• Because she comes and goes like a bullet crazy
• And open my parietal and never heals,
• Just blow the summer or winter,
• So live happy sitting the triumph
• And a full stomach, like a condor satisfied,
• So the scourge of hunger, suffering, and I sleep

• • O lift me, and I plunge headlong into the day
• Like a stone under the changing current.
• Just touch my call and to deceive and
• It will be a gate, and ten women bare their backs
• Marked with my letter, and thrown
• on one another to be consumed.
• I swear she endures because she goes out and gets a bullet
• As crazy
• I still where I go and I used a fairy.



THE
fornication • I'll kiss you on the tip of the eyelashes and nipples, kiss
• turbulently you, my shameful
• in those thighs
• of whites, tacara those feet for another flight
• more air than that air
• feline of your fragrance, I told English
• mine, mine French, English, ragazza,
• Northern Lights, foam
• the diaspora of Genesis ...
• What else to tell you the inside?
• What Greek
• My Egyptian, Roman
• for the marble?
• How Phoenician
• Carthage, or crazy, crazy in the Andalusian
•
die arc • with all the petals open, tense

• God • the harp, dance
• of fornication?
• I hear howling, biting
• you off until the last
• poppies, I possessed, I still
• went crazy there in the cool
• blind, I swim in the immensity

• • insatiable lust,
• •
laugh frantic frenzy with your teeth, I
• opium snatch your skin to the other eburnea
• purity, hear sing areas
• bursting as Pythagoras,
• lick you, you sniff
• the lion
• your lioness,
• sunglasses,
• phallically mine
• love you!

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What are we willing to do for Mexico? Quit dreaming

200 years of the Mexican Revolution

They say that the figure of the revolution was Pancho Villa, because he was the only thing he left his mother to the gringos.

Others say it was Zapata for his motto: the land belongs to the tiller.

Other

was wood and remember their motto: effective suffrage, no reelection.

I say that the heroes were the same people who admire these men.

heroes heroes or not, Mexico has never ceased to be a tireless warrior country ... we have the fighting spirit that called Huitzilopochtli, the Aztecs dominated Mesoamerica ... and that has not changed.

This year, 2010, was the year when many took advantage of popular sentiment.

2010 represents the contrast to many others: a test of the difference you want to see reflected in society at large and that does not exist, in contrast to the final people's eyes.

Huitzilopochtli is asleep, still alive but in a deep sleep ... you should ask how long, my people will walk like sheep with no other destiny than the grass?

The revolution that began in 1910 is still not over, not over and we, young arm, we're meant to end it.

Only the awakening of our conscience is to truly change the pain that our country feels.

The answer to win the battle against organized crime are we:

is not the church, not morality, not the government or the military.

Change is personal and spreads, should be extended to change the rotten mentality that exist in many children, many young people, many adults ... even in older people.

What will you give to Mexico?

is not give her anything, sir federal government, Mr. Televisa and TV Azteca ...

The real question is

Are you willing to work for a real change for Mexico?

We left the glory days far behind ... as we go, we lined up in arms again.

Is it necessary to go so far?

Honor to whom honor is due ... you sir people receive the honor.

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is in this lonely morning I do not see you,

that my heart has

the heavy gloom of night forgotten.

I do not know what to say,

to invent excuses

that corner of my soul that despairs,

not want

see heavy fog

that actually creates when it evaporates.

This suffering is hopeless:

when you see your black eyes then it will be different ...

Then I will come

this infinite well

devious thoughts,

unimaginable

who whisper in my ear

lies tangle with truths.

Aviva this feeling

that comes from my chest,

to die in your skin and revive ...

Let no desire to look back

again, let dreaming.

And you dream with me,

want to pose your head on my pillow,

I want your hair

tangling with mine doing

a river of dark revelation.

tonight I want you in my arms,

want to have your body next to mine,

hold your hand,

walk as two

silent people secretly

your smile tells me

that tomorrow will be with me

and your eyes light my way.

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Odile de Schwilgue, mythology, Baroque and sensuality

• Dear friends, I am pleased to show you an artist named Odile de Schwilgue born in Strasbourg in 1952.
• This artist mixes to perfection the art and imagination.
• With sophisticated color schemes and many variations of light in his paintings Odile transformed through shadows of mythical characters and classic and elegant portraits refinandos.
• Odile is influenced by various mythological traditions like Egyptian or Greco-Latin and the Bible.
• Sensuality and eroticism is undisputed quintessential work of this artist as well as Baroque and clearly symbolic.























































• Oh, how I adore you! with daylight
• your name invoke passionate and sad,
• And when the sky is clad in shades
• I even called my soul exalted.
• You are my hours of phone time,
• you are the idea that attended my mind, because you
• focus that exists,
• my passion, my hope, my poetry.
• There is no song that can match your accent
• when your love beads and rave
• revealing the faith of your content;
• your voice tremble and shudder if you look,
• and I would breathe my last breath
• burning in the air you breathe.
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• Coronado Carolina Romero de Tejada (1820-1911)

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pain, loneliness, eroticism and death

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• Inside the poetic voice of Carolina Patiño is immersed in the sea of \u200b\u200bpain, inconsolable loneliness that sometimes the reader might fail to understand in its full intensity.
• Carolina died at very early age of twenty years, not in vain his posthumous book of poems, "I Suicide" gives a good account of the disposition of their organs, the killer rave about the spirit that bore the overwhelming climax.


Barbara
Cole

• But Carolina abrasive voice does not refer only to pain, loneliness and death but also his deep sense erotic:
•
• "Start the remainder of your skin
• Untamed white candy back
• Win my heart again. "
• Discovering this writer has been heartbreaking for me something very intense and poetic deepen their life experience.



Autumn Skye Morrison

• dear friends I leave a sample of his poetry with the affection and admiration he deserves this woman who left us so early.
• Carolina Patiño (1987-2007)
• Guayaquil, Ecuador



Eduardo Naranjo
• Room on fire
Augusto Rodriguez
• upright skins are pursued across the room on fire:
• when your fangs rhythms demystifies the phalluses
• Sixty-nine sheets:
• torn off when I shake violas
• Controversial and expressed love, but real, real, real ...
•



Mstislav Pavlov


Hu Jun Di

• flame
• I move between her legs with my tongue burned, lighting up with a vague water sign sheets of ash.
• Everyone in the top strip of the sea to meet.
• The burning of limbo is calling us to redden the meat and friction continues to draw ... sores
• Hell remorse lips with its lusts and springs more fire!
• Abrasives lifeless

• Heaven or Hell Limbo

or E or become extinct.



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Eduardo Naranjo
• Porcelain Doll
• .. .. .. .. .. .. . .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. . to Carmen Vascones
• They sound hellish school bells and I
• between living and dead stagger me.
• While the red hourglass and my terrible
• aragnofobia think I'm torn, because I'm
•;
• porcelain doll like that which
• I tore my eyes. •





Eduardo Naranjo

• Memory Box
• Where my spirit is gone?
or believe in everything I knew o
I do not remember me or sweet

or keepsake box that kept me away from the madness
or I lost when I found
or now that I've looked in the mirror for hours
or beg you to cut my covenant with life breathed
or bled and cried
enough, or I can pay me now without my shadow?



Eduardo Naranjo
• Caught in the ribs of Adam
• While Dr. God used his magic
or anesthesia

oy open your being booted from you or me or my main ingredient

• I walked naked
paradise or first
or without company of my body
• Adam was only
or to cause my eyes
or since Grandmaster
or was discharged, or cried aloud

oy listening orders:
• oy
forget everything without shame ... or went
one flesh



Eduardo Naranjo


• Empty Lungs • Chilling
or despair disguised
 gestures in face serene. 
expressionless, barely. Press lungs

  depriving vital element;
 final effort inhaled feelings
seconds longer subsisting  
dizziness impossible to ignore my death

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Susan Moore