How to forget someone who has gone , how to forget someone you can not forget , for love or hate, pleasure or disappointment .
The art of forgetting gives you the keys to overcoming the sleep of reason , that dream we often produces monsters...
There is a staircase and a tunnel, it is early morning and Monday
and slanted eyes in the morning wallow without perpetual peace.
We slowing climb clouds, and the cavity between the canopies feeds,
the squawking of birds after the fire, which unnerves.
We subtle steps to not fracture the silence, trying to listen,
the oscillations of the pendulum that guides us towards the mystery, upward.
There grotesque paintings on the walls, retro images and broken brushes,
which claims scattered hair meretrices steps.
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We ascend slowly broken steps, and the light fades,
like the breath of Judas, as an aging, weakly topaz.
There are eyes in the dark, giant spiders, obscene flashes, and a thud on soft disturbs me.
Start a violent rain purple rain and wind furious kisses between chains and horseshoes,
We continue almost dark, exuding every fear, every heartbeat as a blip.
And suddenly the wily choking, you derrumbas you downstairs like a wounded kite,
you break your neck and catatonia time makes me mute.
We no longer hear the pendulum, poets continue to die, they killed in the desert, and the staircase continues to rise as the endless scales of a giant snake.
There is a staircase and a tunnel is early morning and Monday.
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