sexagesimal: beware of darkness

3.9.09

beware of darkness

me dijiste,
(hijo de puta)
que las plumas grises
iban a dejar lugar a blancas
vírgenes y puras
que iba a ser el cisne más hermoso
calma, calma
bajá el arma
y cortala de idioteces
que al cuentito del pavorreal
no me lo creo ni en cinema verité.

2 comentarios:

Lolita dijo...: Juli, como prometí aquella tarde con olorcito a verano. Acá estoy. Escribís MUY bonito,
espero volverte a cruzar :)
besit bonit.
Bevu .; 3 de septiembre de 2009, 19:59
preso ventanilla dijo...: comete un pollo con papás y se soluciona todo, qué tanto cisnes y gansos y esas cosas; 4 de septiembre de 2009, 14:35

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