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Hippolytus took my heart but I still don't know what he did with it.
Tomorrow will be Thursday and I will wait on the platform towards the coast of San Lucas, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't see anything clearly, only you and my anxieties that are burning inside me, waiting to see you and to be able to have you close, to smell your gardenia perfume. Although the heat is unbearable,...
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The kiss of the Spanish woman
I met a lady in the market who told me a love story she had with a Spaniard, while listening to a churumbel; she told me that in spite of everything, she regrets not having run away with that Spaniard when she had the chance; the man at the stall was waiting, so I ordered pitayas and strawberries,....
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Playing Josephine and Napoleon
I can't make fun of people in love because I belong to them... that's what I answered when my mother and grandmother said that the daughter of the neighbor Juan was madly in love and had run away the night before with her boyfriend; I never thought I would see myself in this situation again, thinking, fantasizing, writing, sighing, living with my stomach, the...
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A breakfast sandwich
Dear human being, if my heart is a piece of bread, make a sandwich and devour it. Dear woman who was abandoned, lift up your legs and run to be free. Dear child who lost his favorite toy, someday it will come back to you. Dear Napoleon, I love you, please don't forget. Dear friends, they're killing us,...
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In another life I was...
In the morning while I was drinking coffee, on the television was the documentary The Sunshine Makers; that alone was already something extremely strange, but, I came across a part where it mentions what you can be in other lives, have an experience in your current life, but from your past lives. That idea...
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Orpheus went down to the underworld in search of...
Oh Dulce María, tell me, why is the sea your dream every night, if in the mornings you are like an endless desert... You like to stop and listen to the saxophone of the guy at the corner of manzanares every afternoon when you come back from a walk; your whole life is a ritual, between...
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Orpheus descended to the underworld?
Oh Dulce María, tell me, why is the sea your dream every night, if in the mornings you are like an endless desert... You like to stop and listen to the saxophone of the guy at the corner of manzanares every afternoon when you come back from a walk; your whole life is a ritual, between...
