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A. J. ABERATS
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Index
1 . And you know it2 . Yes, still there's time3 . 4,3,2,1, 0. Saying is
4 . A coffee?5 . A day/year of 4 springs6 . Polar Star
7 . I dream, you dream, she dream
8 . Addictions9 . What evolution?
10 . Fable11 . Ruins of love12 . Beings we are
13 . Bandits of dreams14 . Goxua
15 . Biomechanics
16 . Tormented17 . The cataract of don Juan Manuel18 . Brief announcement19 . from Eve to Adam
20 . Mistake prayer21 . No longer22 . The backpack of kisses
23 . The son of the clown24 . Rebel farm25 . Love
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1.- And you know it
I fell in love of your red bikini,of the nacreous set in your mouth,
of your tricky curves,
the aura of happiness
you bring under your arm.
... And I had to shut up.
Again and again. And deny it.
And deny me. And disown.
Deliver me to streamline my pulse,
my passions, my desires,
my wishes unstoppable
to hold you in a corner
for borrow a kiss.
... Only that,
fear to steal a kiss, to the basting,
is what throws me eyes to the ground.
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2.- Yes, still theres time
Let's go... Let's go!Hey, still to come.
Small snail evicted from your shell
that any badborn called slug,
nut turning crazy without work,
scarecrow of sweet fruity hairs,
do not yield to the desire to become a slave.
Rebel. Indignity.
Lifting your face so they see you the eyes,
which you don't have fear,
That we are tired
of governments abuse!,
fed up of being tender
with an spartan system
that clearly do not want.
Fed up with being good with the bad.
...
Be careful, darling with the slug,
snail, the scarecrow,
the exslave... the indignantet...The politician recycled into server of his people.
...Yes, still there's time.
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3.- 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. Its said
The owner of my brush
hangs coloured lights,
dress smock pass them whores,
chisels laughs over grimaces.
Dreams about saving the world
from an ancient plague
that comes to be called Life.
I admire her. Brings me crazy
and without even knowing it.
She is more Gypsy than Moon!
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4.- A coffee?
So I would like to tell you
that the lyrics get stuck and not roll the paper.
A coffee?
Nothing compromises, except
to the two mandatory kissing,
well, and invent face
of surprise or alibi
if the quote out to frog
and stay broken.
But rare to happen,
if we're going to what we,and the waiter brings seasoned juices;
as well as utensils for croissant and toast.
Solemn moment,
in which we will be left alone
as we have been.
And there I will tell you I love you.
And what I feed on the inside.
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5.- A day/year of 4 springs
On March 21st.
I look to the rail
and cry: Come spring!
And if it's time, responds.
She wore white, is now green
and tomorrow will be gold.
To the Moon again silver.
Runs the Lady stripping them is.
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6.- Polar Star
Star, little star, star.
Star that between trillion sisters dances,
which urges men to their fates,
beautiful star that you do not alter,
tell me, you, who all drop to the eye,
just when the world finish.
Yesterday I believed it to be close.
The rising lasted one little bit more
than the previous day.
Just a minute,
but it was enough to swear grudgeto the bastard of your half-brother
that pompous it makes call Sun.
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7.- I dream, you dream, she dream
Dirty, mind and tongue,I can imagine you naked on bed,
golden, satisfied, sleepy
after a good time of sex.
You dream with the squaring of the circle,
you dream to join Newton
with the quantum theories,
you dream with the perfect storm,
you dream to travel to the Arcadia.
Dirty, of mind and language,I can imagine you naked on bed.
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8.- Addictions
Sad, how that seeks to stonein soil after a concert.
Boring, saddle horse
with beefeater stride.
Tired, for grinding the track
with synthetic alkaloids from the Highlands.
Mouthfuls of lozenges of colour.
Stuffed mushrooms of Ray.
Annoying, because disturb me
in my daily bath of alcohol....
Yes. Up to the testicles of any drug
that you don't be in less cloths.
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9.- What the Evolution?
The man who I am began to roll
at least 7 million years ago.
Yesterday.
Language, edge and fire.
I have domesticate my appearance and willingness
to not see the fangs under lip.
Even into the pockets I repurchase the claws.
The pots, the wheel and the written Law.The Math!
The Philosophy!!
In short, the rationality.
Seven million years of evolution,
pulled away,
wanting to die, by my own free will,
just to hear your laugh.
What most absurd bug are!
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10.- Fable
Weary of his tyrant thronesome King pulled his crown.
And it came down the Hill to the pond.
croak croak.
And over the years and the storm,
and drag by the mud,
the jewel it waned.
croak croak.
It had rust,
and even two tents remustache
claimed it for dessert.
croak croak.
That is the story of the small ring
as which allowed the ventriloquist Toad
to give you another kiss.
croak croak.
croak croak.
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11.- Ruins of love
Tell us with flashes,as in old battles
of yesteryear.
Wars that ruined houses.
Me not.
I do not have. No.
Even window
that gives to your backyard.
Although I get your voice,
your breath, your multi-colored reflection.Shadows little Platonic,
Aristotelian rather,
in the soffit of my dome,
foreshortening worthy of Caravaggio,
that of not being me evicted,
I would offer you health or ceiling.
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12.- Be beings
The pleasure of knowing Beingis to be found anywhere.
Between gripping arms,
before a soft back with French manicure,
or when randomly with eyes that cloister.
And budge the soul! By simultaneously touching the bread.
Bless random of 1 between a trillion for kissing
the same cup without the intervention of Fortun.
To hook any network, channel or gossip
to know about your existencebeyond the scapular which is technological altar.
Beings will be.
Beings we are.
Be simple humans.
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13.- Bandits of dreams (1)
Obvious, hangs a hairmy present life,
the last... from a rope,
and the future of a beam.
Specifying, a beam
in eye of alien.
Issues of Economy
even in the verse.
... So much power!
So much power
both can have interfere
in the dreams of who builds,
without brick or mortar,
castles, bridges, passageways
secrets to other universes,
the issue of moneys?!
Friend, sincere...
something affects to
the seallyrics which I intend to.... (Sons of bitches,
hopefully raise mausoleum
under futures publics urinary
such as the wretched Richard III!!!!)
(1) N. A. Dedicated to prostitutes ladies, with or without children, in the World ofFinance. With all my love.
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14.- Goxua
I had a dog-catit was more pleasant to jump it
than to skirt around.
It was a bad bug that biting
until biting more strong I.
It was not meek, but it understood
the ladder of the ecological niche
and soon, we had band,
shunning us kids, dogs, cats
and even bipedal rats in the neighbourhoodwere refusing us.
Not to mention old and girls with pigtails.
Hell was ours.
We howl to the Moon
from the Gunners esplanades,
in the "Z" park, in the Cans, in the old town!,
we made prints
for nuisance of junkies and sugar mill worker.
What dog him mine!
What malignancy distilled!!
What bastards can become the owners!!!
What wolfmouth looks now the district
without my dog!!!!
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15.- Biomechanics
Do not remember the pain... do not remember!Or that I grabbed me.
To living things took out me 3 molars,
and no accounts have been the stanch with thread of the 7.
a blind appendix removed,
anginas from the hands of Dr. Freddy Krueger,
broken bones, except the coccyx, all,
and cramping varied such birth of Siamese twins.
And ears. And migraine headaches.
And affirm that it does not remember the pain, no.Confirmed I have it to get me out yesterday,
myself,
the heart.
And there goes the fucking stiff on the table,
asleep,
pulseless,
realizing to disprove vague and useless organ.
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16.- Tormented
Without you I am more poor,twice,
and I feel me the half.
* * *
Call to the window
ghosts of possible lives
with the tinkling of Ray that not stop.
* * *
Anxiety.
By be and leave.
Snoring the clouds.
* * *
Wave red flags
on beaches once blue
from the old Europe.
* * *
Something cooked the keel and I do not smell,
ozone saturates the air
and the pitui
Cataractcroooookkk!!!!!
Saint Barbara, that has nearly fallen!
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17.- Don Juan Manuels cataract
Between Segovia and Madrid.White from the peak to the pasture
stun the jet of Somosierra.
Well fat the pipe,
icy's to rabbet icicles,
drag to Porto is much.
To quickly our step,
thus was,
yesterday,
the place,where it "fell / quiet",
the good of Menga de Manzanares.
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18.- Brief announcement
Transfer systolic heart.
Reason at the caretakers lodge.
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19.- from Eve to Adam
When your father diedI will love again.
Ours will be
a mature love
although spend 20 years.
20 good for 20 lost.
20!
Nothing. Trifle.
Five years led me to learn
to the point you like milk.
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20.- Yerro prayer
Owl of 180... of 360 degrees if interested.Owl on the shoulder you light
wise goddess more bizarre.
You, that know about intangible,
winds that coagulate whim,
tell me size carrier eyes
do you treasure peak, from my beloved, word?
Parrot! Open the muzzle! Burps Duff!
Why. When. How. Where.
Who.
What.
Only know, that I know nothing.
And also it has shat over me that fucking bird.
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21.- No longer
I am not writing, its my damn shadow
attached to a reading lamp
which insists on guiding
my letters
from left to right.
I don't think, its my sick brain
which wander with darned
battered words of accents.
Already I do not breathe,
Its my inertial lungs are those
that pumping smoketo my poisonous nicotine-filled alveoli.
I do not move, its my dead muscles
are a beautiful stream,
for a few moments,
given that life so they bind
again.
I no longer love, my perfidious soul
that does not conform
with hear bright,fleeting, litanies of eternal love.
I am not afraid, I do not avoid,
not escaped what I feel,
do not invented excuses if I don't,
don not my feelings I perverted.
No longer.
I dried up ink in the inkwell.
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22.- The backpack of kisses
Broke me the kisses rucksackby a brick of your luggage.
Damn the creator of big sack for four handles!
It was not new, going, nor am I!
But patching Harlequins
Life had colour.
What a backpack was it!
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23.- The son of the Clown
The circus of the world pollutes my pulse.Odes, songs, sonnets. Poems. Verses.
The words full of bitterness, joy,
always filled with all them, overflowing,
mine and outsiders, touched by the channel,
seeking what you intend, to dislike one...
On the scale! Into a microscope!! To the pillory!!!
Lets be sincere.
Give up more your words than a pause?A comma? An eyelid medium wing?
Would a constrain the guts?
A tear that make lake my first glasses?
Clown the word that undermines sentiment.
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24.- Rebel farm
My cow of two heads,and four udder,
feeds on love, gestures, and sprouts
that clog the Valley from January to December.
However, my carvehorn goat
from December to January is not powered,
graze crib asceticism
that leave without just milk.
Also have a freak chicken
not putting out of date any egg, no.
She fried them and cluck
without any remorse of an infanticide.
Thieves pigeons had until recently,
after the tip-off, and the raid,
which is wary of any dish with millet
that resembles as a casserole or hotel with latch.
Curious, what I do not see,
And I am still in delirium!,
are mice.
Maybe the dragon of the sink eat them.
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25.- Love
I get nervous when I write to youbetweenlines from a poem.
Both you encrypted
or myself know if listening to me.
Love, are there?
Show yourself.
Leave of where you are,
leave, I know you are there.
Show your face
lips, lobes.The tongue.
The clean look.
Give me a clear signal
of our existence.
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