Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Bmx Stores In Montreal

To come

so even when I can not speak in second person. If silence that circulates in my dismembered members could warn me with every movement caused by wind, translating them into vain thoughts, but I have words that have stitched my lips, let me just make sounds that not even manage to roll over beyond my mouth. I say screaming like a faint voice: Even on some things that you leave more debris in this blind way, so this is no time to rest but to prepare for the next removal.

Aszeta

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Virus Sore Joints And Muscles

Monologue

did not tell me anything. Now guess how my figure would decline under the bus window, while he was away you on board. However, this would mean that you turned on the seat to keep watching, to note that body with limbs that was quiet and thoughtful, trying to find a way to find a place to sleep. It may not have occurred any of that, but rather as a person you sat in a catatonic state and from the moment your back is supported on the seat padding of the bus, forgetting became our common space. That's why I write you telling you that I have not yet home, since you left I have not had enough luck to get used to a roof and in the evening I walk through the center of this city which, together with its inhabitants, contempt every day, I stood before a display case numb and television soap operas I see characters going in and out of houses and apartments with the ease with which any of us breathe, and it fills me with indifference enough to know I'll spend another winter night under the dim light of these nights away. I write knowing that this is not going to read and ignore who I am writing these words.

Aszeta