We will have to journey through the eyes of idiots,

and so that fire will consume those crowds still able to piss around a moan

they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists.

and because of the sky blue ground of black footprints,

and to wait in ambush for a silence that has no

obscure names, saliva, and chrome radios were still crying.

The men kept to themselves:

九*九*藏*书*网where night loses its way

the violent attack on the moon.

Oh, crowds! Loose women! Soldiers!

of a terrible silent fountain.

and a ball of yarn looks anxiously in the grass for unrealized longitude.

that spread its legs on the terraces.

open country where the docile cobras, coiled like wire, hiss,

because there is a world of death whose perpetual sailors will appehttp://www.99lib.netar in the

The women kept to themselves:

in the canyons that resist

so that uncontrollable light will arrive

They all kept to themselves-

Its useless to look for the bend

It doesnt matter if the boy grows silent when stuck with the last pin,

beneath silence with a thousand ears

The countryside bites its own tail in order to gather a bunch of roots

the odor of aｗｗw•９９liｂ.neｔ single corpse from the double source of lily and rat-

because even the tiny banquet of a spider

the sharp parasol that punctures

freeze you from behind the trees.

to frighten the rich behind their magnifying glasses-

and tiny mouths of water

The boy on the schooner was crying and hearts were breaking

nor for those shadowy people who stumble on the curbs.

is enough to upset the九_九_藏_书_网 entire equilibrium of the sky.

or on the crystals in which each inimitable wave is understood.

Facades of urine, of smoke, anemones, rubber gloves.

or if the breeze is defeated in cupped cotton flowers,

arches and

in anguish for the witness and vigilance of all things,

dreaming of the open beaks of dying birds,

Everything is shatter in the tepid

九-九-藏-书-网

faucets

There is no cure for the moaning from a Japanese schooner,

The Moon! The police. The foghorns of the ocean liners!

Everything is shattered in the night

a recently flattened toad,

they were expecting the death of a boy on a Japanese schooner.

torn clothes, no shells, and no tears,

landscapes full of graves that yield the freshest apples,