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!
• 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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