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Ponele

Something like that, let's put Ponele wave. Everything is love. Everything is nice. Very cute. Call it that way, everything will be better.

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The house moves The rabid

They cast foam, cast blood.

Rabia.

Rage!

The more I think that word, I feel more
burning inside.

Rabies spreads like
snowflakes decorating the children's carol,
gathered around a camping stove,
them, rabid
spat blood spurts.

That ominous music,
full of all the childhood terror that not a monster movie
could provide.
That music sounds on my trip
while reading the rabid
blaspheming the windows of expensive shops,
organizing feasts in their wanderings,
devouring the skin layers of nuns, acolytes
,
chicxs scout, adolescents
Christian rockers.

The rabid flight. They take

foam, cast blood, blood and foam
,
coagulant to the glorious icon of the Virgin Luján.

Protein Buildup In Eyes

All dentists are pretty

My dentists are high, cute,
other students should have been a twinkle beauty

still young and has a charming smile.
Whence came this race? Is it another world?
Somehow, nothing less than a social
class play.
torture me with infinite tenderness,
slender fingers wrapped in latex. In moments of pain
peak,
begin to think how will their lives and how one gets used
to suffer for the benefit of a goal
deferred.
hear the musical kitsch
not forgive anyone. Speculate on the ability
manual perhaps a profession that guarantees
a minimum level imaginary dream
scale of the economy, even servile
, wet, monotonous
as slave labor for another
enjoyment. And so little in those afternoons I fall asleep and forget
punctures.
There is value, just a response to aggression
intermittent and prolonged.
But I can understand or remember
of his skinny body with half of what weighs
now fastened to a stretcher
mobile machine will shoot

phosphorescent liquid through channels
tiny bodies and just
starting two months. I can see it still mourn the injection

radioactive material and tired then close your eyes,
asleep while moving apparatus hell

mechanical axes and lit electronic devices. No courage needed
: resignation this
by a well that is not there. I do,
and did not have, did not want, but just
not escaped me cry. Laocoon
snakes will cry when I pressed dark
,
but not for himself but for his children.
sentence was absurd, nonsensical, stupid
almost divine, and the moment when the howling
huge
seemed to rule on his lips, pressed
teeth and decided to die like a statue.
Baby will thistles surrounding the body of a technology
increasingly foolish and dreamed
inaccessible beauty.
So that now, my dentist, who ignore the existence of evil
.
are dedicated to their craft and do not imagine the sad
patient's thoughts.
carefree humming songs speak for themselves, and as my son
,
perfectly healthy, laugh at the smallest of gestures
someone else makes them.




Mattoni Silvio was born in Cordoba 1969. In poetry, published The Byzantine (1994), Three dramatic poems (1995), Sagittarius (1998), canephora (2000), The larvae country (2001), Threads ( 2002), Ride (2003), sentimental Poems (2005), Trips (2006), Neglect (2007), The division of the day. Poems 1992-2000 (2008) and Heroes (2009). At trial, the books Koré (2000), Silver Bowl (2003), and This (2008). Translated Henri Michaux, Francis Ponge, Catullus, Marguerite Duras, Diderot, Mario Luzi, Georges Bataille, Cesare Pavese, Pascal Quignard, Louis-René des Forêts, Yves Bonnefoy and Robert Marteau, among others.