Something will not let me think.
I'm inspired.
Meeting disagreement. A kiss in the closet ten pens and
thousand books.
The ticking of the clock compared to the beat of my heart.
The shadow of the branches in the window glass
makes a shadow play.
(swallows seem to go from here to there)
A literature book that I lost.
A picture of a teenage girl in medieval times
a panda in my bed.
That's all hug when I find solitude.
Something will not let me think.
I'm inspired.
Meeting plastic flowers.
Crisis poet.
I can see the statues of speaking Becquer
Hobbes I would drop the thumb.
A dictionary does not know the meaning of "love. "
I have too much oxygen, I need inspiration.
My eyes utopian, so I always wear sunglasses
Lest anyone plagiarize my eyes.
Intact chromosomes.
The wind sings a lyre
overdose of coffee.
Something will not let me think.
I'm inspired.
My world of metric lines will not expand.
Chaos of inspiration without touching the intellect, implosion
Required to imitate art soul
the same limits me today.
XXI century hermit.
Triumph of the tear.
I know the journey that ends up in my mouth
as seawater
As bad water.
Sap of the legendary sages consoles memory!
Something will not let me think
I'm inspired.
You look in the Iberian, in the baroque, in the Gothic, in Latin:
"ars gratia artis"
In the vulgar, in the gulf and the top.
Simple or complex.
Condense everything my eyes.
Everything feels.
Everything looks in the translation of exile inspiration.
Something will not let me think.
I'm inspired.
Love will not let me think. I'm inspired.
"I have so little to write and so much to say"
