Automatic Rabbit Waterer

THE POETRY OF GRACE ENRIQUE CATALAN




AND SELL WITHOUT A BARN

Congratulations
boy did it reaches 50,
without selling your soul to Satan .
never confess ...
are going to try and was not interested.
Sometimes you rent, do not lie, small
and miserable demons.
But in the end it does
worldwide. And dl'ofici
part of life.


The worst is now the most crude.
When you see that neither God nor the horns of the
matter what you do with your life.

The mirror smiles more than I
and compassion towards me lashes same face. Now tell me that you will

with little value of what you
and even more scarce than waiting. If

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Automatic Rabbit Waterer

THE POETRY OF GRACE ENRIQUE CATALAN




AND SELL WITHOUT A BARN

Congratulations
boy did it reaches 50,
without selling your soul to Satan .
never confess ...
are going to try and was not interested.
Sometimes you rent, do not lie, small
and miserable demons.
But in the end it does
worldwide. And dl'ofici
part of life.


The worst is now the most crude.
When you see that neither God nor the horns of the
matter what you do with your life.

The mirror smiles more than I
and compassion towards me lashes same face. Now tell me that you will

with little value of what you
and even more scarce than waiting. If

quieres escuchar poem, pinch the link.
Escuchar poem

Facts About George Crum

give back your SMILE



Devuelveme you smile
dark silver,
esa all infected,
that makes me breathe oxygen
aborted. Projects


shadows beside me twisted, I'll

foam alabaster.

Facts About George Crum

give back your SMILE



Devuelveme you smile
dark silver,
esa all infected,
that makes me breathe oxygen
aborted. Projects


shadows beside me twisted, I'll

foam alabaster.

What Will Haveimmense Value In 200 Years

OUR LOVE SUNDAY dressed




Our love is already dead
died that afternoon September 12,
itself, surrounded by laughter and friends.

Our love, evening dress did not need to go to the opera,
so today, no pain, no tears
no funeral, no casket ...

Our love always wore died Sunday
no fights, no noise, "humming."
So from Elena, comb friendship,
without sentimentality.

What Will Haveimmense Value In 200 Years

OUR LOVE SUNDAY dressed




Our love is already dead
died that afternoon September 12,
itself, surrounded by laughter and friends.

Our love, evening dress did not need to go to the opera,
so today, no pain, no tears
no funeral, no casket ...

Our love always wore died Sunday
no fights, no noise, "humming."
So from Elena, comb friendship,
without sentimentality.

I Like Smelling My Moms Feet

It was only then





climbed three steps toward your mouth
least one second left on the terrace of the universe, trying to capture
, expert, among the stars
the sweet taste sensation of the impossible.
It was only then, when the son's desire
wrote tenderness in the landscape of my body.

I Like Smelling My Moms Feet

It was only then





climbed three steps toward your mouth
least one second left on the terrace of the universe, trying to capture
, expert, among the stars
the sweet taste sensation of the impossible.
It was only then, when the son's desire
wrote tenderness in the landscape of my body.