Friday, December 18, 2009

How Does A Mini Projector Work




Silvia says that some have a strange interest in shaping a people, turning them into beings like identical. As if we did not know
choose as if we were helpless children to care for and teach the proper way.
Silvia says that even with the best of intentions this is annoying, because it is not treated between equals, not assume that others know of their intentions, their desires, their desires. Silvia says
suspect that when they want to direct it, subtly, that in one way or another, with a stick or another, he hit the back to follow the path laid out, she simply walks away, through the planting and calm pace away from all masters.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Why Are Indian Woman So Hairy



Silvia says these days he wondered why people who know she is bent on it differently.
says that some will say that street, others say that report, read more, it is grown.
Some tell you to comb, others not put miniskirt, some will say let the poetry, others who live on.
Some will say you take the pills, other than the music you hear is not acceptable to turn off the light, do not eat cereal.
Silvia says that everyone, every day, someone, anyone, tell her how to behave.
He says Silvia, who is tired, she is as herself, with their ignorance, their poems at half, his legs grotesque, with its sorrows and joys.
Silvia says she only this woman singing, and almost never complains yawns.
only this, a woman poet.
A woman, period.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Left Arm Numb Heart Pumping Fast



Dear Aminetu:
is difficult to write this letter when you take so many days of starvation, hard labor. It is difficult to speak.
Aminetu, you know, our world is dying, just some seeds like yours tell us that spring is still possible.
Dear woman, woman sowing fertile sand lady.
Here we are, who do not give up, looking into the eyes of those who are doing yourself a body without a home. Aminetu
example of resistance, death approaches, wants to lie down in your heart, you mess up your pulse, you squeeze the bones, you want in your prison, no children, no mother, no dreams, no flag. Aminetu
are with you, not giving an inch, with songs both haunting dog, as guardian of the kingdom.
Hold on, my love, dogs also kneel.

Monday, December 14, 2009

What Is That White String In My Eye



Dear Aminetu:
caracters in the streets why so much?
"at hand?
do not know that we are here with high hopes?
you still have not heard?