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Passion lost

lost patience split Pale ,
to think,
to promote thoughts.

Proposed Principles for a few patients,
lost, just for the few.

Poor
but perfect spring landscape.

Stop, think of you ...

"Stop to think of you? Why
perfect words?
"To have patience?

Permuto sins pleasure. Poor
clown!
worries prudence
lost lost pieces to think of you.

pathetic character. Poor
prostitute.

Physical Design

Movement. A speed of sensations

defined
distant time that come before the contact.

Force.
colliding Star Cluster
causing an explosion,
miasma dissolved in the cavity.

acceleration. Effluvium
blood
the boat after the unreachable star, a heart
the hand that encourages the earthquake.

Masa.
body lying on the sky,
rupture of the unit and the unit step, unknown skin
night.

Purpose. Camino

indicated by the shadows of bodies which follow
as I diluted in your tears.

The dance of days

Feroz between the plain,
with a human face in a desert place,
naturally, peacefully,
natural state of man's mother.

The dance of the happy days
is ending

not want to dance with my body just pious.

Faceless rain, tornado
faceless, faceless grace

in a place so empty.

you nothing Off There,
because things are behind you, I'm just here
,
in the peace of the morning without eyes hill.

Mother of man, father
wine
Outlaw's wife, daughter
night.

Wild caravan broken masks, with faces

other colors that light up their lamps torn
the white complexion of the moon.

Let me walk on the flowers
to learn a new history, writing
a new poem that speaks of the days
voiceless cruelty.

I'll tell you this,
you just say this:
This morning I walk under the sea, open all doors

to find another way,
maybe today, maybe tomorrow, I play
only under the shelter of the wind.

Destination

Demons dance,
different destinations. Two demons dancing
asleep, wake
for decades.

then demand
pain for days. Dementia
asleep
dominated disguise.

Delicate fingers dance for decades.
God divided donor of ailments, will.
We must master it, will say.

Too many criminals, deformed demons

of different dances. Dice

God!

craps, two dice are
destination
dancing, mixed.

Lighting The Lamp Speech Quotation

MAKING OFF-LOST LOST TO "THURSDAY"

good morning to the geeks and frika,

Today, the last day you can buy the issue of the magazine "El Jueves" they appear the pages made by a server and Sergi Sanjuan posting the making off in 4 images on the evolution of these 4 pages, In particular the first of Guinda end of "Lost" or "LOST" ... Hope You Like bone:

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In good days freaks and geeks,

Today, last day nnumero when you buy the magazine "El Jueves" in which the pages are made by a server and Sergi Sanjulián post 4 images in the making of the evolution of these four pages, In particular, the first of the final Guinda of "LOST" or "LOST" ... I hope agradi us:

First outline sketch ... was obviously too dense ... The cuts were inevitable

First sketch of the script and outlined cut with Sergi Sanjuan

Sketch final step before the page finished

The definitive site finished and ready to ship to the drafting of "On Thursday "

And ABRAÇADOTES FRIKIS I ABRAZAZOS Frika!

PS And remember! Today you are still in time to go buy a copy of the number 1714 of the magazine "El Jueves" where they leave these Joyti ... jejeje

Strappy Shoes In Blush Color

sweats ...

Erect

No more food a body
accompanying desire for hunger,
that look pale
evaporating from unclean clothes spit through his throat.

That single thought
adorning the brain as a traveler lost in the fog,
meat they call, silence
excite, but only the devil rise.

Drill, cross, drive, look untouched,
the liquid in the sky causing lacerations
rain, the rain that falls on the desert
and brings out the lust.

The tower is erect and penetrated
to heaven orgasm
exhaled vapor
the bodies lying on clockwise.

Rushing
have become prisoners of the lips
carrying a knife between her legs, dreaming nightmares
the charms of the night.

Figure
brief has been forced as deafness
murmur to the wall and kisses and words
launches with dagger in his hand as a sign of threat.

Alone

Standing in silence, walking spaces

damping
languages \u200b\u200bintimate contact.

hands fall, rise,
are transported to other legs, a body of bodies

not limited
a voice that screams,
not point a finger, but moving
,
lets him know that she is
who it is.

Alone,
the edge of the fire, burning
in wet flames
slowly falling, navel
warns that happens,
an earring, a language
clammy sweat.

She laughs alone.

Drink water without being thirsty, skin bursting
,

seminal fluid is completely empty.

Close your eyes, sinuses
stoke,
pores
operating without spark that detonates.

Alone,
feel that comes

few minutes of silence and the heat drops of rain.

She laughs alone.

Masturbation is a Freudian slip.

I've been sex

I too have been sex without vibration
own throbbing meat.
I was waving, senile
sometimes stained with blood of others.

orgasms Witnessing
the explosive mechanics are bodies, erect
brain deceives
the great truth hidden between the legs.

Charm of the female is his walk serene, sex
mine, knowing my absence;
I bow in her chest, lick his eyes,
the road slowly, without haste tear.

I've been sex, sleeping
tracks somewhere,
moisture down neck
bitten lips, nails
crazy screaming my name without knowing it.

Evoking the sighs I plunge into some abyss,
I've been a victim of deception, disruption
my ephemeral, and will take you
waste as reusable, absurdly sensitive
and penetrable.

The charm of the women are in their walk serene, voluptuous
such incitement calling me in his eyes.

I was sex in its walls, in your sky, in their warm beds excited
violence degenerated
me and I restrain myself, flirting,
moan to keep the charm.

At the end of the night in which have been sex,
I come, I will ...