sincerity. A beautiful poem testimony or against Jaime Jaime
Contra Jaime Gil de Viedma Thursday, February 11, 2010
What Kind Of Travel Trailer Can A Ridgeline Pull
What good, I want to know, changing floor, leaving behind a basement
more black
my reputation, and it is say, "
put white curtains and take maid,
waive the bohemian life,
if you come after you, jerk, embarrassing
host, dressed in my clothes memo,
hive drone punk, cacaseno,
with your hands washed,
to eat on my plate and soil the home?
accompany you up bars
last night, the pimps, the flower, the streets
am dead lifts
and
yellow light when you arrive, drunk,
and stand to see in the mirror
destroyed face, with eyes still violent
not want to close. And if you rebuke,
you laugh, remember the past
me and say I get older.
might remind you that you do not have grace.
Let your style and your carefree casual
are tricky when you have more than thirty years, and your lovely
sleepy boy smile-like-sure is a hard rest,
a pathetic attempt.
As you look at me with your eyes
of true orphan, and I cry and I promise
it no longer.
If you were not such a bitch!
and if I did not know, some time ago,
that you are strong when I am weak
and that you are weak when I see red ...
From your returns keep
a confused impression of panic, grief and discontent and despair
and impatience and
resentment again to suffer, once again,
unforgivable humiliation of excessive privacy. Hardly
'll take you to bed,
like going to hell
to sleep with you.
dying with every step of helplessness, to face
furniture grope awkwardly
cross the floor hugging, swaying
alcohol and repressed sobs. Oh
ignoble servitude to love human beings and the most ignoble
it is to love yourself!
Oh ignoble servitude to love human beings, and the most ignoble
it is to love yourself
Echoing jumping
from rock to rock, soul to soul,
not opened, or repeated as truth,
the eyes of these practitioners seem ignoble servitude
and die if removed
us when we would come to live then crawl away from
for all types of social slums,
not only bars,
to search for that stupidity
that someone we like best in the world,
truer still: that we'll look like someone
wasted on that stupid spoiled children .
unforgivable humiliation of excessive intimacy
Do not you feel well,
when that love is gone
occupying your sink
your bed or you his,
if it's love when sex
lost
Maos
of the most;
not feel well until the male, I see
yes by Jaime:
unforgivable humiliation of excessive intimacy?
reminds me of that paragraph
become great entry for my first blog ya.com,
blog, daily, plural, so torn, shattered as
lost all my work,
missing, then repeat input
in http : / / soloveorosas2.blogspot.com / here;
this magnificent paragraph about a dream disturbing
irrepressible disgust, vomiting,
to that language, so loved,
went walking through my mouth, nausea
such that if forced fellatio
the most disgusting sexual entity.
Lost, destroyed, as all my work. Well
so I have to save that neither myself I use to save mine.
Where do I start? And I fled
forward in this rush to a worse one unforgivable humiliation: not
The rescue of my own ashes
because I do unforgivable humiliation. Closed circle
you the sexual trampled when social
you trampled;
and reverse.
is best collected from the wreckage of a drunken
as Jaime
and tell yourself what it is
lovely if when sober.
ignoble servitude of human love and the most ignoble
it is to love to himself.
ignoble servitude
but better that tempts you leak,
around the ruin,
to win you the hand you again come to your own face
and delete it at once,
same face as if that were not deleted
for all the blows of indifference, hate ...
dirty completing work to others:
Deleting my face.
And sing me a song of tenderness unprecedented 
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