Poem with Arena
bellies are born with your shoulders, blue skies
spectra blurred, intersect aged
your hands without noticing it.
oh! light rays from the deep sea secret
and invites your sweet sad and crazy night.
I is sweetened by its oil
that makes me write a thousand delusions. Delusions
in my head sail
disoriented in eternal labyrinths
end of this plateau sunny. I
gray in the mirror, fat covering
sensitive organs, destroying air
quiet and silent,
never cries, echoes eternal
product. 14/01/2010
Authors: Nadia
Kibler, Mariela Ugarte , Dario Cayunao , Veronica
Raggio, J. Francisco C. Sias .
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