The bays around hiding all the charm
the choke with color covers,
my esophagus collapses and bleeds and becomes repulsive
as soon as desired.
your promises are turned off at night with candles
little balance in my
wisely weighed and however much you wanted to dream
every hope is only an outline of courtesy.
Malice dig graves in the way
and looking down your safe fall, holding signs pointing
fields are uncertain in their reservoirs dams asphalt.
hysteria breaks out of the hands inconcentes
and your eyes are in the sights of the gun,
and much to live want
not spared by the bullets your ribs.
cobwebs hanging from the sky cable,
the curtain hiding the moon and several stars,
about which bind us mere puppets
for others to hurt me, others will disarm.
Cancer invades the flesh and bones
that nothing makes you open your eyes.
The words of my throat still want to rumble, but from lips numb
can not escape.
room In the afternoon the screams of anguish
portraits have wrinkles of weariness.
Nothing consoles my paintings are diluted with the pollution
round challenges.
forces ran out long ago, now
not save any narrow arms and however
embrace love ceases
want thorns among our caresses.
The maze is formed
streets while the blood spectra requires high doses
believing they can get out of my skeleton wings
acid and dispose your paralysis.
When swimming across
death halls open doors to other
hell and a lot to love like
sometimes all know to ashes. Arturo Vazquez
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