domingo, 1 de abril de 2012
Foco
Un foco de luz que llega,
y qué mas da de dónde
.. y que nos roza
sin nada que le impida acercarse y cambiarte la piel de lugar
La textura enloquece
Los labios engordan
El color se intensifica por donde le interesa
Musculos tensos y luego viene la relajación,
viernes, 9 de septiembre de 2011
Antigona
martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
Me tomo entre mis brazos
martes, 26 de julio de 2011
miércoles, 15 de junio de 2011
viernes, 27 de mayo de 2011
sábado, 23 de abril de 2011
No hay secreto mejor guardado que aquel que todos conocen
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.