viernes, 24 de julio de 2009

Caballo segundo (o búsqueda del punto 22 en el pecho según Vers)

Galloping is making the thunder edible even if the bridle wants to hide
his nudity.
A storm is coming. The sound of leaves warns about corpses breathing and with their mouth open, the purity of their teeth sticks on a river without land and my heart keeps riding to nowhere.