Van Renselaas
• 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.
Tatyana Kalin
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
•
•
Susan Moore
• 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.
Tatyana Kalin
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
•
•
Susan Moore
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