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We got home and Bibiana Eder on this gray day, white.
are gradually remodeled and the usual order is me behind the boxes and furniture.
furniture.
Stuck on the wall, we get a shelf in the hallway. Bibiana
has brought from Colombia, and the poor will stop the hair in the middle of this internal change.
But it is beautiful, though.
In it tumbaga figurines display their pose, and do the same those other characters that are adhering to our lives: Chest, earrings, pendants, nose rings, necklaces, disks, bracelets, masks, vases, urns.
In what I believe is the bathroom overlooks the closet, luggage, clothing, boxes and crates.
's funny.
to have had the luxury of buying a pool table and various board games including dice, cards, snakes, ladders and even ladies.
I wonder how they have done so much space to put so many things. And discover the secret
:
His bedroom, for example, looks great.
light seeps from the back wall, yellow.
The bed in the center.
rest just installed at the site.
is the garage.
At first it is strange, said Eder, but then you get used to.
And suddenly, out of the creamed sheets, giant slides a Basset Hound. Bibiana
has gotten away with it.
I go, stir the brown blanket and some shirts that have been there in the daily rush. Never
time, my God. Never
time.
And I find, trapped and hidden in the sleeve of a shirt, a small Beagle.
How beautiful!
But the beautiful little aggressive.
I can pet growls and bites when enraged the mouth of the sleeve.
My mother is upset.
's in the bathroom.
I see it.
is taking pills.
is for his prosthesis.
Solidarity, grab a bar and I put in my mouth.
But there is no water to swallow it and is very large.
is very large.
try and taste and spit on my tongue.
Amargo.
turn toward all sides, my tongue, bitter, my tongue: the window.
A woman cries in the middle of the park.

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'm heir of the rain
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was born in the wind are crying silver
between cobbled hills. My voice falsetto



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I'll take this moment to tell you I like red.
be that in the end I'm a butcher.
Or is it because basically there are things left unsaid, but kept in his belt.
in shoulder pads. Beware
.
And patience.
also have to be patient.
is beating me sleep.
Your mother thinks I'm not a good influence on you.
know of my scandals.
of my excesses.
Do not know, you've heard.
So these things are.
There is much movement and the waves go far.
I reach the window jambs.
And the steps are uncertain, my boots creak.
The cobblestone streets and can not stand.
We have to reach the bow. We
.
And suddenly, the water cuts the sidewalk. Jump
.
We reached the other side.
Have I told you about your mother?
Ah, yes, I told you so.
And I stand at the window overlooking the street and from inside, a woman wrapped in towels, throws me a comb that crashes against the glass.
I feel a little embarrassed but I know what would.
The square fleet and quiet. It seems
the danger has passed.
But no, here comes another block that uses waves to overtake us.
shakes his flag in the wind.
Is it that there is no gun in these houses?
And suddenly, the assailants stopped his attack.
They look to the sky.
We also look to the sky.
And there it is:
belong to a collector of boats.

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I look from above.
With my eyes. I have so many wishes
off arms.
of them at their nose and razors.
navels of biting them and hang them from rooftops.
Of licking behind the ears and make my teeth on his shoulders.
And I laugh.
They know what I think and fear my laughter.
My laugh.
My joy.
But the evening is a tangerine.
And it's time.
And there I go.
Ah, if you saw.
If you could see how they twist to my screams.
How are immersed in every corner as I feel the touch of earthy fabrics in their necks.
How to avoid me, my hands, my mouth.
fools.
In that house, a dark blue lady comes out and confronts me.
has in his hands fourteen purple petals.
and throws.
And I achieved.
And I curl up in the air and squeal.
And my arm is covered with purple flowers which they swallow.
Crunch, I roll, stem flowers in dry soil.
And there are more and elusive. One more
three petals orange throws me my leg.
Cry.
My leg is covered with orange flowers that gobble.
growled, tearing me, stem, flowers in dry soil.
And there are the white and pink petals.
moan, howl and squeal, my hedgehog, I'm mixing, stem flowers in dry soil.
to that among the people, I covered in petals of many different colors and I win.
I fall to the ground.
I'm in a room almost empty that is so dark.
My dress is full of flowers, and the door fly teach me a house beyond.
Then the desert.
I'm exhausted.
Mrs. Blue and her husband come up to me.
not remember anything.
And let me go.
I have a white daisy in her hair.

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This is a black,
's so sick,
of such meager.
My chest hurts.
One of these days,

one of those moments that become noisy
guts and screaming. One such
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petals opened in heaven

opened in heaven, this city
flooding,
this journey of steps in the bank, clean
this gift of sweets and lullabies.
opened in heaven, this city
flooding,
it torn apart, an umbrella,
that spreads to the dog's boredom
to be

to another room to watch the blades.
opens in the air, this moisture
quickly, this longing

bright trim that remains in suspense and threat,
gleaming
to the pass in April.

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not remember his name or his face.
either do not remember how I came to this story.
She went in the morning, very early, and stopped at every moment to find out which children played, to join his game to prepare dishes strangers in tiny cups and plates and run and collect the stories of the elderly. He liked spiders
and butterflies.
And the spiders and butterflies were beautiful.
And his laughter was beating the streets.
And every day, went to that hill to walk and observe animals and plants.
To feel the wind.
Nearby, on this street was home.
It happened one day, her feet looked ragged children. And looked into the bald areas. And she saw the skins of old cobblestone. And the big houses and big gardens.
And when streets and maguey are blue, she went to hill walking, but with tears.
To feel the wind.
And the wind was collected and went to her.
ground and filled his eyes to laugh. And he rattled
curls to dance.
Wind It was small, tiny, afraid to ruffle the body of the young.
and reached his eyes.
But she laughed and danced.
She was in tears.
And it was evening.
The girl was crying and the wind had to go.
The wind had an idea: he asked the moon, as she would be there all night, go with the girl until the next day.
to his return.
And so it happened.
Wind and Moon left the girl asked the reason for your tears and sadness.
And the girl spoke.
Earth attracted two tears and moisture scrutinizing himself, decided to intervene.
was something she could do to meet the feet of children, flowers fill the fields, to wet the cracks of old.
And there, at bottom, big houses and big gardens.
And it was leaked to the Earth.
And the sun broke through the rocks.
And the wind came back.
But she was gone. And the wind swept
streets and look for the beautiful girl.
But she was gone.
And the wind turned in the streets, visited the mines, he slipped through San Francisco.
And she was gone. And the Moon
found crawling Wind the streets, overwhelmed.
then decided to tell the Moon. And the wind roared
, dispossessed.
went crazy. And the wind swept
streets and look for the beautiful girl, removed bushes and tree tops, skirts and pulled gate broke.
And she was gone.
And the wind rolled in the streets, dragged to the mines, threw himself into the hills.
And it was. And
born silver.
And still the wind is still searching.
The search.
The search in the petals of the darts.
in the hair. Among the fabrics
skirts. Under
tables covered with tablecloths.
And he picked it up and going.
And it comes and goes. And full of dirt
eyes.
laughs.
Dance.
Wind It is small, tiny, afraid to ruffle the bodies. This introduces
openings for windows in the houses. Shuffle
papers and letters.
And roars.
and tap for Uptown.
And sometimes, just by moving things.
and moans.
Until, tired after days, the dream ends.
But it suffers from insomnia, poor.
who does not remember his name or face.
who does not remember either how he came to this story.
who came in the morning, very early, and stopped at every moment to find out which children played, to join your game, a strange stew stir in tiny cups and saucers.
to run and collect the stories of the elderly.

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I get to college and stop me.
you had any symptoms?
Everything in order, I say.
And, among the fantastic bracelet that shows me as not dangerous and disinfectant, I drop my agenda.
My schedule, my God.
is already worn out, says the girl in white coats. Yes

is already very old.
How does so much has happened? It is not yet half of the year and roles have outgrown, and the leaves and break, and elastic is there to prevent everything falls apart and has fragile areas and seems to be breaking any time now.
is going to break.
But do not go back.
immediately pick up my things and throw a banana peel and pear wedges that I gave to me in college.
is gonna break me.
Once inside, I warn of the contingency.
Crystal Ihtzel, Rosa and I were locked in a room.
But more to come.
know more to come.
Here they come.
The room begins to fill and decided to take refuge in the balcony, the balcony surrounding the windows everywhere so you do not get infected.
Rosa has an idea: cover it with plaster all possible slots.
I think it's great and I say yes, that cover.
And it takes a bit of plaster with your fingers and smearing it into the slot of the window. And some poor
ants are trapped, buried alive, while her sisters are desperate.
The fourth, then, is already crowded.
And silence.
Silence.
My mother throws rice at the corners.
To protect, he says.
But come.
And the ants are already making a hole in the corner.
Here they come.
aircraft noise impresses everyone. Deafening. Open doors. Doors are closed. And the buzz everywhere. Thousands of aircraft
rub the garden in their pirouettes.
are flying very low.
grass stirred every time I scratch.
is gonna break me.
And, about the planes but they are not. They are
.
feel the six peaks of their hairy legs on my back when I pass by. People run
.
all run.
I run.
I get to the pharmacy and the doctor touches me and goes has bought earrings for me.
are so cute. Thank
. She smiles and
Aurora bother.
not like much I have given these earrings.
But they are so cute.
We must stay within the green room, "says Crystal.
In the green room there are no walls.
But our room and here we stay. Outside it
There are many things that can hurt us. Many.
It's better here.
not going to break me.
here.
And I can not stand shoes.

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