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Humana Building

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Even the fact that, thanks to strong feeling, Pulse soul, the heart of the reason, what is true in society, is defaced, it was the day another page ready for disposal, the prose is dissected as much as it does today, lies this poetry, the poem there is something like that;

We are all fiction, no pretense, another thing, pure ideas on image building, withdraws from the poem - a concept - it destroys the poetry - representation - account phrases are scattered phonemes, the written word? Lying, false, smooth, pure [illusion?]

Saudade, ai miss, (Historian in the world) to the world, ever, without interruption. Thing seen is dispersion and nearby there is depression. Tale again; to stray words, boil down to date, you are putting brakes on verbs, color crannies of the landscape, goes off in the last hours of tomorrow. It creates another image! [Sphinx], testo, I hate to tell verses contain possible incest, hate.

; There text, I agree, around idly, the real is unbearable (impossible) because we are all fiction!

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Hate to poet, writer and hate his character, hate the actor and his movie, his script, his voice off sus-urgent beating things, we lack patience for anti-plongée, which depends, it depends.

given up on us to understand, and we any further, time superlight sense, left us without end, threaten a shot, or shoot me if it is not enough, until the fear goes away, "loneliness is a void filled with Ts.

Alone, walking in the pages of patience, daydreaming about desires, we go through rivers of endless cravings and inaccuracies, which further still be possible? ssssssssssssssssssssssSocorrer dreams, hypermodern?

no longer possible, if only available, we return day after day the lure of risk, the next absurd, the rule and its exception, the profane purification.

{There is not as deserted streets anytime soon ... There is no longer Joseph's - the literary communists are leaving - leaving Pilar, before you even meet with her, even before taking it to lose, Joseph did not believe in God now dwells Hades the Lethe Acheron - all while wandering between death and oblivion - while Pilar is preparing to Olympus.}

The real does not support this chaos of sensations, this doubt the road - you appearance, shade, rule, rite, rest, light state: society. Makes us.

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said poets are missing practices, such as the scientists praxis, the human subject "justice [reason] poetic" that the most profound expression comes from the interaction condition to be social.

All

towards life,

is inspiration!

For we are all fiction.