Scrapbook Catalog Pdf 359/366: what good to talk about this between the two to the ears

THERE IS ANOTHER OF THE GUESTS, ONE THAT NEVER COMES AND IS ALWAYS from Chillán to writing the blog, since so much time and much more, and then I return to take a look at the iguana and not her, but Gonzalo I sat there laughing at me from the very name of my grandfather, wondering why so brazenly trying to copy:

cats John Cage

John Cage cats swam tonight, swim underwater
well in the fresh air, mild
is the placid tar on the breath of the impossible.
The elegance of this neglect, the moon with their
light trees and they swam, half-closed eyes
, fast
marrow and imagination, pure music
open water oriented
towards the emergence of the mysteries. Cage,
old John, I count the beats, the elliptical rotation
, silence them
account, the animals, "This oxygen
is just a substance made from shadows, random
and shadows
in navigating the infinite.
They say nothing, stretching his neck, show him the illusion
grudging blue teeth, angry
confusióny against poetry. Are
saints play
to be saints, are transported without
of risk, the excesses of
one dream by the grace of air. And the air
the consent .-

Virgin

All night they sleptendo
these women. He slept one and the other
formed a round of fragrances
and slept well. One was
lying in the air and dreamed
. The other, who has been
the other? The woman who slept
was alone. None

felt cold. Neither, under
water, beautiful exposed, with or without
flower in the hair, bridal
circle, shining wisdom, nor
the other
pale cheeks of the flower levitating. All
were returned before the awakening
to her music box, but a
cried.

All night the women were sleeping .-

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