go
the lugg age d ream's
a ladder pierces wall
your leg climbed with mud
neck slaw
pinzas
rust sandwich no me chingues
tu viaje vaticinio vortecinio viticinio
ha cia la bboca
que me llena de escaleras y
tortas de c a l c e t i n e s
the taxi's inversion cries
)asleep in the greasy trunk(
una pulga
...la
piojera poligriya de mis días...
-
Juan Ángel Italiano
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