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Alergia

Mientras duerme y luego cuando se levanta, el ataque es definitivo. Los ojos supuran un líquido invisible que le sellan los párpados. La garganta pierde control de sus funciones y comienza a crujir y arder. La piel del rostro pierde su color natural y su textura. La sensación en los ojos se empeora y la parte inferior de la mano, sirve solo para aliviar por breves segundos. Las imágenes, difuminadas por las lagañas, son sensibles a la luz. El desespero, el hongo, los pelos, el polen, el clorox, la humedad, la falta, el odio, la vejez... Todos trabajan en unísono para destruirle, para evitar que viva, para que sus cuerpo no le satisfaga y en frustración poco a poco muera.

Missing the Merk Manual

"Halitosis most often results from fermentation of food particles by anaerobic gram-negative bacteria in the mouth, producing such volatile sulfur compounds as hydrogen sulfide and methyl mercaptan. Causative bacteria may be present in areas of gingival or periodontal disease, particularly when ulceration or necrosis is present. In patients with healthy periodontal tissue, these bacteria deposit on the dorsal posterior tongue. Factors contributing to the overgrowth of causative bacteria include decreased salivary flow (eg, due to parotid disease or Sjögren's syndrome), salivary stagnation, and increased salivary pH."


Necrosis..

Verbos

Vísteme corriendo que estoy de prisa y con mi desespero dibújame algo. Cántame canciones monótonas para apaciguar mis piernas que bailan a pasos de guerra. Recoge mis insultos uno por uno y decora la casa con ellos. Mírame a los ojos de vez en cuando y recuérdame porque me visto. Envuelve mi tensión con tu dulzura y menéame hasta que me vuelva bruta. Enjuágame el oído con tus deseos y enamórame de nuevo con tu sonrisa. Dime que la luna nos aguanta y que al destino le caigo bien. Opta porque no me pierda recitándote versos incoherentes. Dame en la espalda y quítame la tos que me raja el pecho y se me escapa el alma. Comparte conmigo un rato y escucha los ruidos de la almohada que mesen mi mente con pendejases. Vístete tu que la noche es larga, corre y acompáñame.

Sin título.

Miénteme y dime que soy tuya. Apriétame y dime que estoy verde. Que el már nos arrope ferozmente y el viento nos envuelva con su risa indeleble. Muérdeme fuerte y no me dejes ir. Que tus encias sangren sal costera y que tus ojos lloren algas marítimas. Méseme con las olas y ahógame con tu cuerpo para no escapar jamás. Cálmame con tu sangre incongruente y revíveme en otra tierra, que no sea esta. Persigamos el sol que nos da sabiduría y dejemos atrás la sombra y la tranquilidad de la vida. Encarnemos en peses, encarnemos en aves, en animales silvestres para fluir con el medio, para pertenecer al ente. Escúpeme solo cuando más no puedas. Cuando te sientas persona, cuando en el mar flotes. Mientras tanto procura en mi tu esencia para existir los dos en perpetua incongruencia.

Thirsty

For heat, for hot penetrating sunshine. For short days, sandals and hugs. For silence and pillows. For water, for you.

Detach

Birth. The less disturbed the better. Slowly and very carefully we grow roots accustomed to our surroundings. The soil rocks us to sleep every night as it makes us part of an environment. We learn to ingest the insane amount of sunlight directed our way. We grow, and sometimes our roots grow. To prevent the effects due to high exposure of sunlight, to those rooted near the equator, a temporary transplantation is suggested. If not sometimes leaves will sweat tears of wonder and the roots will burn due to a tasteless soil. Even with a careful detachment, death is a possibility. If one is a cactus, thirst is an immediate side effect. Most certainly, the new surrounding will not nurture in its capacity. Surprisingly, in the numb & almost dead state, the roots grow without soil or water. The leaves change color, they emit knowledge and expand. The plant can become beautiful, unique. An abnormality and a rare one. But because it is not well fed, even if it is growing with speed, the plant sucks death as it grows detached. To ensure its propagation, or its purpose, it must be replanted where it belongs. Caution is a must when doing so. For the plant may have acquired (or lost) qualities that prevent its re-rooting. Easing the plant is a common custom. The best would be presenting it with chances. For it can only go one way or another. Life... Death.

Contradicción

Siento que la vida se me cuela. Que mis brazos firmes están mongos. Mis ojos despiertos se cierran y mi corazón muerto, late. El aburrimiento me entretiene mientras la noche me quema. El calor me hidrata y la calma me desespera. El silencio me canta, me delata y leo en la oscuridad. La ropa me desnuda. Traduzco mi lengua natal para comunicarme. Me duele la nada. La felicidad me entristece y el tiempo rápidamente no pasa...

Manha manha..

Allí

Sueño que la arena me chupa. El sol me acurruca mientras me desplomo en una siesta pesada. Mis pensamientos bloqueados se evaporan en gotas de sudor que bajan por mi frente y cuando no peso más duermo donde comienza y termina mi tierra. Aquí recibo el sol que ningún extranjero soporta, aquí el agua me tutea. Semi desnuda aprieto montones de arena firmemente para no perderme. Aquí no sueño con nadie. Aquí nadie me espera. El calor juega evaporando ante mis ojos las imágenes y me hipnotiza con su potencia. Sueño que pronto, muy pronto, mis pies descalzos no llorarán perdidos, y mi cerebro se fundirá en una bruma espeluznante. Sueño que me desplomaré allí, para dormir donde nací.

We have found to be reflections of a sound

"Reflections Of A Sound"

In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound

I know it's been far too long in stormy weather
My arrested hope won't choke forever
Like a memory I needed never

We walk wrapped in thought
Some are vacant some have grown too short
It's the only thing I've ever had that keeps me lonely

In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound
When nobody is around

Come down from the waist of time
Feel so empty when I feel so fine
Starting over we could change this light shadow sober

I've been waiting for far too long
Let's stick together
Coz you're keeping me warm but it's a lonely setting sun

I wait so long now my head is full of pressure
I need time to cure my mind
It's like a loop that lasts forever

I've been waiting for far too long
Let's stick together
Coz you're keeping me warm but it's a lonely setting sun

In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound
For nobody

Bathwater-

He.

His soul was slowly dieing. His hands did not tremble anymore. He used to be amused by abnormal silly things. Like the color of her sandals, or the smell of Canadian maple syrup in the mornings. Everything that provoked him in any way, slowly went away with the tiny specs of his engulfed soul. His reflects were sharpened, though he did not care anymore. He was a machine, enough to take down anyone with speech or force. He knew how to disappear, how to be evaded, to be confused for. He knew Morse code, the 10 code, and every other word in every other language. In numerical terms, he did not exist.
Alone, he was always enlightened. With books and internet he learned about everything he needed to know to pursue. With her, he was a half act. Extirpated from the majority of his soul, he could not fulfill his social commandments completely. He searched for her in desperate moments where he hung by a thread... for salvation, in a twisted way, to forget. He used her to feel alive, young again...