Part Two We fell macacoa
Men Being male imperial Dionysian
Nergal Being the parent of another well
The ethical self
Blood Thirst The dialectic of Ojo de Apolo
Faustolo Nibelung, fox
give yourself in Ionia, Anatolia Anne
animal Wisdom Karma
Riquelme Watch the girls, Mom
When the vultures come
The Aesthetics vacant
As a washerwoman
As an atoning
imperial Men As the sun
obsessed demon, and soles insane
he clinched the man of great vitality,
the hero who rejects
death and sorrow, the man passed, which said pyramids
and immortals, which
do not see any
but going to fret, but ...
sees himself immortalized ...
Bravo in the Tigris river,
said: The woman does not exist.
In Nineveh, was manager of Kings
and therefore boasted Babylonians.
The man ran from the Caucasus. It passed the Caspian
manga girls from the camps.
He took advantage of them and now exist
silly at risk,
and are like the whore of Judah for guasca
to the door, waiting for their infamy
like his joy)
and Asarhaddón and children,
mischief charge, invaded
and imitated the whips
In the stew of hours
men of the empire have been
and go for the count
love on the set of days.
From the new barn (where greed does not rest)
measure the wealth and income of men
still smell like their caves and they know it:
God, if faith does not embellish nothing.
The sun is the enemy of your home. There is no easy consolation
if the enemy is to love him. 06/27/1985
Being male Dionysian
To me, because I'm male
and I want to be and is beautiful pain I rule,
explore the roots, women smell and overflow
seeds, look at the challenge of chance as a fish-espermajo
, first love said
I'll be like joy,
original pitch, abandoned
the quantum leap
and your children will love and kiss
your bones before you want to kiss
and they love me.
Then, with his first love,
licked my cheek,
closed my eyes and were happy, the passionate
and boasts secrets, intersubjective
loved me and I wanted. Want
me or not, came the faith,
or her wine, the hot drink
and the unknown.
blessed my mouth open
thighs and belly
cradled my blood and my passion and
name they called, it was not me who did it,
identity and pride, our family,
Carlos, your being with possibilities ,
Dionysian julep, Your whip,
your way out of yourself, your night and my
to me, because I am male and I wanted to be
before he came
night with their children, the stars, before hurrying
to seduce every secret thing,
gave me love in the circular mirror
stars and I speculated, without listening to
world and I knew father
unreturned images of silica, perhaps only promising
underground voices of
learned to lie and were just looks, undocumented
words, an apparent mismatch, glass
crooked mirrors, where other
distorted mentidos, quedaban
con chumbas extremidades
y chata credulidad,
barrigón que no tenían semblante
y con información deshonesta
se permitieron certidumbre.
Ser el padre
Yo no. Yo era padre antes del menstruo
y escapé de la luna volátil
y sus correspondencia de aséptica lujuria
y del rumbo de penumbra
y a esos espejos, mentirosos,
tolvaneras cognitivas de lo impuro,
dejé como a Sara en la sal
de la hecatombe
y fuí el rejego que pulsa
los mecanismos transgresores.
En los espacios unívocos, lineales,
que la Razón instrumental only assumed,
before they were born that I call,
Carlos, Abram, my father plucked me ax
dividing and saw the child
glorious and desirable.
I saw beyond the mirror
Nergal Nergal to plant
As his empire in the Erebus Babylonian winged lion
its skies wanted
belief in our world.
A human head resists,
illuminating the beheading ax.
in hell is king, proclaimed
in history, armed tyrant, the Sinarcas
perfect in his palace.
But being in another being sought,
accident transformed the dialectical "self" of their substance.
power to act
strives for new forms,
determinations and should be humble about his lonco
and die and be reborn again.
... but the war is revenge
of the Night, the son of Chaos
which denies any organizational unit,
his glory and movement
binding to tieniebla, preaching,
against fear and rest without supreme causes
is when there is a hell of consciousness.
Nergal / Hades, causes abyss
liberating, active humanity, perpetuating
Nergal, the god beast
Revenge of dragons and Tyrannosaurus, you
and still exist in the world
Toad another well
But also, with presence
5.000 years, was the cradle of men
offenders who said, well I'm from another frog,
of casquilucios, I depart ,
am the researcher, the bill
gentle girls, more melodic wailing harp
and most noble of desire
and say what I dislike the world to
the mirror. 22/06/1985
The ethical and faith I
competing for the gold melted,
the other Nile, and their values \u200b\u200bchange
, inauthentic , and the river
his ways are the same device that opens
nationalized their swords into space
ethical heart, fertile,
your heart, Kierkegaard, the ethical self
cast their privileges against you,
because I said NO
and jumped to the faith and ensuring
protesters left her smoothie powder keg, blood protest.
He was a prophet and spoke between Ionians, Greeks and cavities.
said NO to Timocrates with cults supposedly enlightened
NO to leaders of signal and tambourine and dogmas
hedientes sell-in decks and consultations and tomes,
in oracles, cabal,
sessions of lust and genocide organized market for intellectual
or more knees
century after century.
A NO to the Martinists,
secret societies, Masons;
call them dead and scared
with its own rites and siren.
A NO to the esotericism of cosmic aspermia
and rattles and rattles and suppositories
that the pale saints
for mystics juleps served in the ass.
moral purification that is almost crime and scourge
provided by the inquisitors, smarties
A NO to protect against mockery
and holy and pure.
... Not for All Humans as self-degraded Into Aristotle / Kant bestialilty, experience not is a sense perception, it is the active interaction of the mind with the universe, of Which it is part: Bruce Director <.em>
darkness cycles degrade people.
The forest, with its mountain
fixed stars, are formed. With sharp segurejas
hit outside the temple, brother hurt
and hide in their homes
yellow wood, moralona.
As hard pijojo are
the timid of timocracy
and go hardcore
by virtue of accomplices.
apologize and make the seraphic
in collective psychosis goblins
yellow, skeptics such as Hume,
beastly, and are relevant objects
to darkness, to caves, authorities
by deception, discontinuous.
Be The dialectic of
GW Friedrich Hegel
The output of the universal and empty to the exterior and particular, and the denial of particularity, and the return to universal. Therein lies the Idea return home (bei sich). The spirit is thus the substance, which is in itself and abstract, to the status of a subject capable of being self-conscious: GWF Hegel
una sed sabia, pero salvaje y ciega.
Una sed que no sabía de sí
todo lo que es el agua,
una sed que no sabía del todo
cuán bello es el desierto,
pero una sed de anhelo,
y en el anhelo estaba su sabiduría.
Estaba En Sí como si fuera cautiva
y sólo, por estar En Sí metida, no saltó
al seco, escueto, hecho del Para Sí anhelado.
Parecía una Sed árida, desértica,
sed con raíz en el yermo de la Nada,
inhóspita sed boqueando por las aguas,
reclamando el aire húmedo, verse en raseros
de Tierra y en cúspides de montañas.
But it was his potential moment that is claimed
themselves as subject, because we knew in Yes, but worth
consummate and relentless development. Had the internal vibration.
She was wise, but still not for himself
in becomings not breathing still did not know or break
uncertainties and wanted, because it was a wise Sed.
and outer nature, perhaps because he pitied
Verne, touches come down on me, I sail,
I am the river, I lick the flavor of the Earth. And the wise
Be Riding High Land for himself, but began
Water was very thirsty, thirst was thirsty, thirsty
was dry and refused to drink
concreación potential and was not afraid of everything when
dispersed and alienated himself and broke
chains and thus fell into the water Sed.
The water was named the throat of his being and made
odyssey of mind, starting bid
achievements and thirst gave a specific name of baptism:
Realisierung, oh, this is the name
my thirst, be real particular
be no split, to be recovered
for wholes ...
... and flowed into the water and said: Good morning,
loved water, and drank the land
taste and salt and sand seas
and said: Good afternoon, dear land,
and looked up in the air when it got dark
and said good night , beloved air.
And the thirst became home and knew Idea Thirst,
so it was wise, although he was alone with
asphyxia and injury to his throat dry. 08/23/2004
Ojo de Apolo
... It is the investigator, Investigating, how I is Investigating What is being investigated. Or, as for Apollo, Who sings in Shelley's Hymn, "I am wh Which the eye beholds the Universe and knows Itself Itself divine 'Bruce Director
the heavens and in the caves is filtered,
unexpectedly, the eye of the ray
speaks to the listener and says that passion is active
(and controls the movement
and not hiding in lethargy),
and investigate what,
through the eye of Apollo
A rush to the quick,
awash with ambition, even if they swallowed
punishments of the underworld. Let
lows Teutonic hearts
scale and will be warm with goat wool.
subcobijen again in the darkness underground, moles with future
If the shortage of sun
put in shadows,
out, remove the snow,
derrítanla with sighs and fog. What the future holds
and borders require tender
their little bodies of rats, goblins. 03/01/1987
Nibelung, Alberich, the Nibelung
That will exhibit in London, Lucy
Wanma, with your two point six crumbs
Teresia, corsa insignificance
not ever say: I hide.
Ray is calling all
as ax and
line movement was not triggered until now
find the path of change and traces the transformation
and the future and shudder.
Come out, worms Jacob,
light, the eye of the researcher, they need outside
anxiety to start the canciónde
to Eliut González Vélez
These were the gods of Our Earth,
Eliut, nemoral angels, nymphs
of forests and streams, Taino
they cast their bells ringing and armed
calabash and drums with his smiling
of areito among thickets. In my forest
his psalms and his god, was as wet kiss
unleashed rain, warned the storm
Windward Caribbean routes
be captain because he knew of sailors to the rhythm of canoes and Sambuc
, the lovely, long hair had
and primitive innocence of my tropics,
I found them naked, smelling of cassava, a culen
to pennyroyal, working with her nails,
weavers, patients, owning his own .
They had gods, men and gods, invisible
that, like them, danced in the water, floated
in heaven and in vertical task, gave
rain on fields, threw
blessings to the earth, conjured
to perpetuate their sweet ecology.
cemíes They blessed their gods and flutes
born gimp sincere melody, psalm and breath
vibrating the very geography of the Caribbean. Oh
eyes blessed you with a multitude of related compartieon
cassava bread-and agape and the general welfare,
collective, tribal joy.
still small in the vast universe
on moons are recycled for hope
new heavens and survive in the clay ...
Faustolo, fox good
One of the King 'shepherd, Faustolus, Appeared and saw the Children Being miraclous fed in this way, Took pity on Them: Pierre Grimmal
One can not grab
of reality without leaving the basket
you browse rivers
of uncertain directions and palate feelings of chaos. What hand
me out of zucchini,
if they live, what
nipple will get into my mouth?
throat sips What I am,
revives me with kisses?
slips to the bottom of my mouth thanks to the birds and the meat
open their holes and supports her bread
sighs and vocation of breath. You
, Faustolo, Fox well, teach me to thank
the fruit of the fig tree.
(Who say first mother
the river that runs to the hills, the fox
udder wide and hairy?)
give yourself in agape
Metaphorically, the Gold's name is Applied to Any Place Which Offers Opportunities of getting rich or Acquiring Wealth Quickly Easily: Dr. Ebenezer Cobham Brewer
Wherever a paradise, a dream of abundance
that enchants the heart, inspire
deep prayer of noosphere, do not carry the mocked
seed, treacherous sense
sailing with his drive wave.
Oro City is a landscape
sun burns not for meat
beast is Amazon
flowing within and not external. Wherever
dress with endless delight and fruit ...
be humble, give yourself at meal
all the stars, not greed, heart
pirate lazy thirsty boots
grief because the Common Good
is external evidence is on the watch and not blessed by
always thieves. 05-30-1979
I say: Ana-Tolia Ionia:
"Open up more," geographic center of joy,
come to my island in assault, without remugo, pulps
intravulvares go to your song.
praise your West whether to me
penetrate, or assimilate. Neither the Nordic
assigned you as much privacy as under bridges or the South
Doric so fascinating
gave me your crouching and your mythology
and you Ephesus and Smyrna
phocean in Miletus to Samos.
This was the beginning of love
and beauty in full
and master's eye, and foxy smell,
you fatter every hope, my mare. We talked for
bridge between Asia and Western Europe
And I waited at a point on the curve at infinity
When Ana was laid on the sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara
at the time of Pergamum and Bithynia,
I was in love with his body and did not tell
She was a Greek face profiling,
a statue of meat
nod because the body is but a way forward
Me minted their coins, gave me kisses and passion
a curve in the form of asymptote,
and I separated her thighs to make them tangent
sprung open and goings
Aegean and yes,
loved because he loved me before the Romans.
that bitch-whore filly-mare
the adored as my own defensive reflex
... and said: Teach me
bring everything under her dress; the fewest runs, flies
charm and looked jealously,
below the navel and I knew so that others
given to the Medes and Persians
rival was Alexander the Great
and tattooed on his buttocks.
explored Bosporus channel.
In fact, tattooed bandits
Cappadocia, Pontus merchants,
all wrote up their cancer.
I buried the primum mobile
in through the Dardanelles Strait
and rested on her breasts and yet,
confessed: I'm not holy already, but the Widow
with a weeping eye and the penalties
another chimed your joy.
After you come and little by little,
flatten me, takes your pulley
in my vagina and give love
remote as abundance Puritan
though you scream.
You are holy, Ana,
and pride of my confederations;
will be ionic because it is abundant,
being good, not hurt. 05/17/1988
There Were Romulus and Remus found by a she-wolf, Which Had Just Given birth. She Took pity on the two children: Pierre Grimmal
With my slut next door,
I never had fear.
Devoted to her bosom, Estiva,
knew that there is no Chamuco.
Pain is half-wise, unwise
whole, the virtue
originates in the know.
If she avoided
expansion of each pitch
sly look on the world, its offspring,
their burrows, I adapted.
understood that food is scarce, but love
Godliness is a mystery animal.
I never had fear.
was impassive, as love requires;
was angry too, before the violent predator
that takes your
territory and language and haunts you. Even
haunted houses in history, children in the caves
and knowledge, the notion of cunning and self
with blessing me nourished. 09/12/1990
hazard (oh god that comes and goes!
but God always comes back)
to the dry and saw the pain
the cactus and nettles and torment
and even if they knew about the exodus ungrateful
blessed departure, your ad nutum huyilanga
and come back, he learned to crawl
the good thing is nicer than what was bad and hard
stubborn as stone and soil condition and foundation of support
called up acorns and
road and knew that there
sweet things in the mud and more
loved him and God and man
understood because there are, Instead,
the unloved and curse
and pay for their karma
pain with knives and
sting and they are, mimes,
You are not Kantian, Riquelme.
're a hairy spider, kiss
of guava, fruit cut short.
proclaiming: the substance is subject and the subject is
substance and hugged you, calling
the devil, the trial of power that conceals
sacred order of misfortune.
're the fox, teen female virgin
eras, curiosito, intemperate
beautiful precious stone shining
and thighs open and rose.
talked about things
itself (which is your inheritance Hegelian idealism
your absolute motion) and
were too funny to hear you dunce
and courtiers Midas of those worlds of blues
perceive your glory. Eras
a nymph that adorns the gardens
Wilfrido, in Barcelona, \u200b\u200balthough
the legend was born feminist, your singing, jugglers
and for your sake, said
born again, Beauty,
again be avenged, fox-girl. 12/07/1990
Watch the girls, Mom
Mama Juanita, no more
collars against the curb. Old
Ionia, and will not have a majority
be uncouth animals
of conuco; prohibit
our songs from the skin;
we cut the tongues.
Ocllo Mama, no more Hiles.
not sow light Damn the Sun
was cassava and taro.
not be master of the calf.
speak with the tongue of piracy.
That lazy, Mamos,
no thanks, we are told, and with his finger
sell you in the days of darkness and despair
Anglophile and lies.
With horny penis, more virtuous
disgrace to your daughters in the mountains in your zeal
and your joy.
to Athene noctua / Steinkauz der Minerva / Glaucopis
The Rome hates: Roma as the fratricidal Adama
That woman come to look
ojilúcida, lively and penetrating, you see even in the dark
the brazenness and violence that hurt us today. To call back
self-possessed, Atrina, the indomitable,
Essenes, the vigorous, the recursive Hippie
in the stables.
That leads us to seek peace with
(which fleeces are more valuable than gold that
yearn for love and not advantage or greed, is not it, Eirenóforos?
That haunting beauty queen
that at night seems
vamp who seduces and with an eye to
insolent and boastful, violent to the Earth. Let him come
which has power, who, as Nike gives
victory in defeat because we are plague
and lime, are in the twilight
and nobody knows "owl see at night as"
"owl see at night as '.
And of messianic flight, what remains to be symbol
in protection of deliveries? What of intelligence?
The owl of Minerva, you basilisk, Dialectic.
them come both in
generous opportunity and are above, not on man's navel;
total, females are fertile and legs opened
the pain that prevails in our traditions
when they went. Queens
we call Dea sancta, regina, victrix ...
Adama / Red Earth come: Minerva /
Lilit / Owl / Women of War. Minerva
as Power. The raptadora. Traoga
and Reason, Dialectic,
his philosophy. 12/02/2000
When the vultures come
A beautiful destination than the present, asked
to your existence, that with me
beam as stolen to bring
Olympus fire, your godly song.
to spread the light to rural villages in the shadow, the cave
dormant in crevices of pure sham.
you be the hero, without surrender
when the vultures come to eat your liver and ask for the salt tax
If you, for love of art, exercise-imitative
life beautiful and reminds reasons
Plato in "The Banquet", I say YES to the symposium .. .
If for the sake of theatrical egos caused
purifications public catharsis
for others, I'll be there
as Aristotle, even if it differs
for the love of Socratic aesthetics ...
If you are entertained with ghosts
carrying something of transcendental beauty,
to go back to medieval cathedrals,
or the myth of the Grail, or the strange things
I say: NOT BAD,
entertain me, but perhaps
build me fairy tales,
pink worlds, to live
man submitted into inaction and fear, doomed
their monsters, vampires
interiors that make no sense, that
Hermeticism prohijan treacherous, evasive,
my question is: Where was the kindness and comfort? What
blood circulates as a profound aesthetic
serve me to imagine what is necessary, although there
to go digging into the hidden
effort and love in the way?
will not want to be there, or talk, or be complicit.
... because there are people who build these worlds
with foolish dreams, people who are
empty, or perhaps even
enough and they love themselves,
are buried in
subtle worlds external to the neighborhood and continue fucking
nobody dares to go and ask relief,
"give me a hand friend, comfort me. " 06/07/2000
The truth of time is another error:
Ch De Montesquieu
have been my socio-economic truths
and my god is called the Lord of the Earth. And my moral
, hacendataria aristocracy.
between Baal baal I and my god
provides rain fields. Baal
validates my crops.
favors my fruits and my purchases, the owner has been
on Palestinian soil. His law governs us.
gives his truth my slaves. Da
the temple and house in the cities for the rent I
territories and profit.
In sacred prostitutes he presents me rest and rejoice
Other Travellers do not treasure the land.
We do, we are living in hills and plains
; Arab Yahwism
have come to rob, to maldedir our Baals.
His truths are ways perdidizos:
a god with a strange name, Yahweh,
challenges us, provokes us, we transgress.
The southern routes calls to the Canaanite:
not sell the land because it is mine.
not compromise the truth. Truth is one.
whole earth is mine. Y
every woman will be my new priesthood.
Hey, Palestine. Yahweh is jealous. And the truth
foreigners arrived to change everything
not validate our laws from Earth.
conspire with truth lies.
condemn the moral of the lusts.
We have called executioners with their mouths
of Amos and Hosea. Hey, Palestine:
no divinity in your idols,
no virtue in your habits.
Yahweh, Elijah's voice, condemn you.
from today will be another reality
and faith in Palestine. 06/14/2000
As a washerwoman
infected and contaminated by a desire to speak,
drafts of early syphilis
adventure open your mouth and get the first word
that they want and do not know
that utterances are full of frivolousness
the speech is usually a
epidemic and that the vaccine must be
light feet and the road, sangrandor, the goal of washing.
can not be a poet without silence,
without going to the river and penetrate deep in the cave
, there wash, rinse, wash
as a laundress, there
brush and plenty of soap and hygiene
up blood, if necessary,
there with nimble feet to springs, streams furious
to the falls, there
silence left by torrents
and back, deafened, humble to the city,
of fools, with only the words
essential and a clear memory of hate
diluted in the slops. 11/14/2004
As an atoning
walked in the innocence of the world thrown up without finding the cancon
tremble before the ax, I do not know
who is called to break my lyre, or break my hands. I tremble at
who gives me life and I wonder
for the stones to
arising out of the temple, that poem
to pity myself and my laughter will return
Isaak without starting my lonco
and empty my yungulares
Who will teach me to spy my fault
cream, who will give my bones stanzas
? I do not know, I still shudder. I collect firewood
verses for my sacrifice and climb the mountain
the hand of my father,
the world. 11/15/2004
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