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Piedras

Accustomed to pain
reiterated
But So familiar yet so capable of altering the body
In each of his appearances bleak. Hormones and body processes

What are the marble where the feelings are sculpted
That would not have.
A rough stone, immutable

Thus I would like to submit my life to the cosmos.
Without pretense, without eccentricity
No liquids or chemical reactions that make me be

More than just a boulder
In the serenity of an unspoiled landscape. Where the world

Stop being world

Y is simply a word without meaning,
unavoidable ignorance of the inorganic,
nonexistent.
But is the need for air, my prison.
The notion of something, my sin.
The issue innate feeling, my sentence to misery.
try to forget my condition and my ghosts
And take off that suit ultra sensory embarrassed me so much.
I Abstract of the universe shows me walking on clouds senses

anesthesia that are outlined in an unknown direction,
Perhaps toward that dream landscape.
Sleep sleep my organs visible


tangible Sleep Sleep Sleep
flavors and aromas sounds
And therefore
Along with all
Sleep reality in which I am eternally
inexorably immersed Tragically
.
there and only there
I exist.