Antonio Vega & Tontxu - To touch the sky
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LOVE SUNDAY
of kids playing in the streets
pigeons flight incite elderly
holding hands watching the couple kissing with mouths that call
the premiere this Sunday
passing stranger in his land
with hours that are not
end
seeking interim periods where cumulative shelter
caresses owe you this Sunday
nearby desert and naturally because your skin
my skin is a
though we thought
and annul the distance
me this Sunday will not love you
Gonzalo Gareis
From the Blue (acrylic on canvas) - Mirna Alonso
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POEM # 12
They look at it they sense there is a wish,
caress, kiss and naked,
inhaled, they lie, they sniff,
they penetrate, they suck, they disfigure,
to sleep, wake up, light up,
are greedy, be felt, are fascinating,
chewed, they like, drool,
confused, flattened, disintegrate,
goes dormant, die, are returning, are stretched
is arched, nodding,
twist, stretch, flare,
strangle, tighten shake,
is therefore meet, faint,
repel, is enervating, is like,
are undertaken, they are linked, collide, crouch
be imprison, dislocate,
are drilled, are embedded, are riddled,
are riveted, are grafted, are screwed,
fainted, revive, shine,
are addressed, are swollen, mad,
melted, welded, calcined,
tear, bite, they kill,
raised, is looking for, they rub,
be shunned, evaded, and delivered. Oliverio
Girondo
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... as a typical Sunday, as a calendar day. The difference is in the Monday, which is no longer a blue moon. So I take these words as a gift, because Sunday will be different, like the rest of the year.
Thanks for being here today.
And thanks to you to continue bringing you these letters.
A big hug, Gonzalo .-
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