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The tree of your laughter

Your laughter belongs to a tree fissured

by lightning, lightning silver

that drops from the sky in the glass breaking,

halving the tree with a single sword.

only leaves the highlands of snow

born a laugh like yours, bienamante,

air is sparked laughter in height,

Araucanian tradition, beloved.

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cut with knives in the shadow of your smile,

night, morning, noon honey,

leap in the air and canopy birds

when such an extravagant light

your laughter breaks the tree of life.

Sonnet LI - Pablo Neruda

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beds and ferns ...

Arréllaga Renée Ferrer - Paraguay, 1944

Water

Clouds , rustling ferns, rocks,

my body in anticipation of the joys

in the soft blanket of ivy

season nap with me friction

and a riot of birds shun

the vast territory of anguish;

strangely my fingers flowing

a spring sipping despair.

My legs, cravings, my hips

were dripping in torrents;

was absurd for you to stop them

just unleashed and dying.

I know well that I lose myself in water beds

without a glimpse of the fire in your forge.

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"This image of power that reproduces itself in the depths of space from the beginning in what may be an O or tracking changes made Aumy the same word circulates around itself in the same pattern as its original appearance that creates a larger image of herself through the depths of Time outward in circles through the distant belts Nebulae & Astrology contained large to be true to itself, a mandala painted on the skin of an Elephant "

Allen Ginsberg
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Madrid ...

Like stepping
fall when the soil is stained tree
when trapping pools sky
red sunrises in your face
and wind streaks
where litter
gives way to tears sleep.

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I have been mysterious tree in the forest ... Collapse

tree Sleep

opened her eyes tree, the tree section that he never expected any recognition and a place of flowers on their branches shy herons saw highlights, thin as maids sleepwalking. His dream took place in the middle of a garden listening to the sound of a fountain.

Baraibar

Ramón Cote (Colombia, 1963)

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balcony

The news, contained in The Nation, reports the collapse of a balcony in Buenos Aires neighborhood of Parque Patricio.

a balcony was collapsed Patricios Park

The chronicler relates to the fact that weaves the following sentence:

balcony fall caused the disruption of vehicular traffic to allow work in place, the sources consulted.

Ahem, ahem ...

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be reached here from here
course, before that had passed through there ...

Ether 8, by Stefanie Valentin

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Beauty Substantific

John Emerson has published his book "Marrow Substantific" and with his usual kindness has sent us a copy.
The book contains a series of texts originally published in Idiocentrism, now reissued for the correct paper edition by Éditions Le Royal.
can be purchased via the Internet here, and here
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Rodney Acrostic Poems

All times were further

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"I have been a tree in the forest mysterious
Taliesin, Welsh poet of the seventh century AD

"And I was a tree, inside you, mysterious forest.
urban mammalian My destiny tells me I am a resident of buildings and metals. My footsteps in the streets, I require fidelity to the steel and machine. But I still run close to the boar and deer, near the stream and the source of elusive fairies, even climb hills, pine glazed, and chase the light, among swarms of branches polyphony still hear crickets and insects, and concert of birds, and the voices of the wind. Because I was a tree, inside you, mysterious forest.
And even perceive your sweat, Diana the huntress, goddess of warrior walking, Lady of the Wild Wood, and I feel your body tissue by cascades of moons. And discover your nakedness in boiling beauty, and also dazzled me with your companions, the nymphs without veils.
And I watch you while you bathe in the river. " River holy water.
And I hear, soon after, when you cast your greyhounds who dared to spy on the beautiful insanity of your breasts. And dogs, angry, tear to Actaeon, and understand that crushed muscles rotting back on earth, to nourish the seed and plant.
I can still go with you, Diana, with your coat and blue eyes and harsh. Because I was a tree, inside you, mysterious forest. "

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