Juan Piedras

"Hay veces que pienso que podrían caer piedras el fin de semana...
bien digo, como en un deseo, "ojalá que caiga piedra, sin llover"...
así aparece,
de una vez por todas...

Juan Piedras"

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te-guiño mis ojitos oblicuos

SER PENDEJAMENTE YO

SER ESCURRIDIZAMENTE YO
ESCURRIRME DE MÍ MISMA, PERDERME EN MIS EMBUDOS... SALIRME TONTAMENTE Y HUIRME

CORRERLE LA CARRERA AL RELOJ... SER ADULTA CUANDO TENGO GANAS
Y SER TAN PENDEJAMENTE YO, CUANDO TE VEO.




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igualmente es un cuadro imperdible, recomiéndelo a sus amigos! (ja!)

Saint Valentine's Day! ! (chocolates y ataques de hígado) ñañañam

Ayer... nació...

Juan Tildes (mi Juan Tildes)

tan esdrújulamente Juan
acentuado, hipótetico y eufórico...
Juan Tildes y Juan Arenas y Juan
no es ni tri, ni tetra, ni penta
en Juan, monosílabo
pocas palabras,
pocas muecas
pocas pecas
muchas ´
Juan
Juan
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´
(y sus tildes)
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prosódico, diacrítico, tónico

delirium... in english, now

What happen with all my stupids ideas?... i know... there´s something in the air... and it's not a cigarette, it's just your smell in my hair... I did'nt know how do you smell, really i did'nt know... and you know that's true, because we didn't know each other...
I'm using a lot the same verb, and I'm not telling absolutely nothing... so many knows... and nobody, who really knows...
well, I'm coming back to your smell... it was in my hair, in all my hair... and it cover the room, the bed, the floor... like a virus... like the snow, but i'm not talking about your snow... that perfect snow of the movies, i'm talking about the snow that come in the same air, the air-snow... (if I can say that).
Immediately I smelt your smell, I breathed as it was the last breath in my entire life... and i felt you so close, so near... that actually, i thougth that perhaps, you were there, in my room...
so close, so close... that i'm breathing you... and you are breathing me...


do you smell that smell?

(whispering... shhh)


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it's pretty weird, but have you ever seen that the difference between air and hair it's that little chair at the beginning of the second word? and besides that... we release air in the second one, because of the chair... that it's the same hair with a C before it...
the word's world... that's much different of the world's word. (just one L)


//A love that will never grow old//