ESCAPULARIO
I
Eighteen hundred and fifty-odd ...
Eighteen hundred and fifty-odd ...
Francisco kneeling
gargoyle on the tower in the church of the Assumption pure clay
The child hears the cries of the people
hulls her father's hearse
A wake with cakes steaming kitchen murmuring
The successors to the throne on
be the bastard, preferred, or the wonderful child that
A urine burned his thigh
That night, the wet spot resembles the map
Francisco dreams of Napoleon's wars
A confessional
masturbation is good to know Father cure is the other parent, alive.
son who inherits his scapular denied
Color lion, pig skin velvet wrap
a golden
nothing to hide the secret name Posted: fate of father, son curse
Already
sword gains Raping a girl Guar
Not knowing what was fierce jaguar
Scratching his chest, stealing her secret. Hole
lost without his cross
Carried in a current of Orphan
passions, nameless, stripped of origin
wander Francisco as mean
Generalito
II
She tears her eyes tiger hangs between the nipples
leather
bastard wearing the scapular
a mule transporting the sacrament
mad woman being humiliated India
sang as she washed on the shore
When sank generalito Drilling
fingers semen hymen angry babble Guarán
Angel lullabies
The mad tiger spider woman will give birth to a son
transmitter
the letter of the name, and the human lineage.
an orange peel garnish your hair
Paint your lips with black seeds on the death
says laughing
And bleeds at birth
stem Child grows and dies lonely blue
Leaving a legacy his agalma
The letter, the name and the smell
pig skin wet with tears. Angel dead
born a daimon who die
The letter is enclosed in
Until nothing will stop another general
gargoyle on the tower in the church of the Assumption pure clay
The child hears the cries of the people
hulls her father's hearse
A wake with cakes steaming kitchen murmuring
The successors to the throne on
be the bastard, preferred, or the wonderful child that
A urine burned his thigh
That night, the wet spot resembles the map
Francisco dreams of Napoleon's wars
A confessional
masturbation is good to know Father cure is the other parent, alive.
son who inherits his scapular denied
Color lion, pig skin velvet wrap
a golden
nothing to hide the secret name Posted: fate of father, son curse
Already
sword gains Raping a girl Guar
Not knowing what was fierce jaguar
Scratching his chest, stealing her secret. Hole
lost without his cross
Carried in a current of Orphan
passions, nameless, stripped of origin
wander Francisco as mean
Generalito
II
She tears her eyes tiger hangs between the nipples
leather
bastard wearing the scapular
a mule transporting the sacrament
mad woman being humiliated India
sang as she washed on the shore
When sank generalito Drilling
fingers semen hymen angry babble Guarán
Angel lullabies
The mad tiger spider woman will give birth to a son
transmitter
the letter of the name, and the human lineage.
an orange peel garnish your hair
Paint your lips with black seeds on the death
says laughing
And bleeds at birth
stem Child grows and dies lonely blue
Leaving a legacy his agalma
The letter, the name and the smell
pig skin wet with tears. Angel dead
born a daimon who die
The letter is enclosed in
Until nothing will stop another general
Century waiting and hatred erupts.
III
Nineteen seventy-something ...
III
Nineteen seventy-something ...
Buenos Aires zero density
When Juan, red flag, wandering in the town
Hung left his gun
cyanide tablet in the collar
Century of Pigskin smell when The scapular color
traspira papyrus lion
With the secret name unopened
With senses hole waiting
War, in Asuncion on the River Amazon
hot and tense thigh
Hoping that your fingers sink generalito
When Juan, red flag, wandering in the town
Hung left his gun
cyanide tablet in the collar
Century of Pigskin smell when The scapular color
traspira papyrus lion
With the secret name unopened
With senses hole waiting
War, in Asuncion on the River Amazon
hot and tense thigh
Hoping that your fingers sink generalito
To steal your soul
Armada fight, revolution: not to die for Perón
The moment of truth to the neck
not die before knowing its name
Armada fight, revolution: not to die for Perón
The moment of truth to the neck
not die before knowing its name
pill under the tongue before the torturer
Memorial Bell Tower, the Indian angel, the blue boy floating bodies
Barter Above all hovers the ghost
Memorial Bell Tower, the Indian angel, the blue boy floating bodies
Barter Above all hovers the ghost
Promising secret name
waiting
Juan corpse thrown into the river fleet
Swollen hands and feet burned
Thick skin, papyrus-scented pork
waiting
Juan corpse thrown into the river fleet
Swollen hands and feet burned
Thick skin, papyrus-scented pork
And a letter embroidered in gold with the name of a woman. ***
Enrique Acuña.
September 2010 .-
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