Swollen Knees From Driving

Brindis

There are no chimneys.

no longer there, then, bearded fat to jump from one to the other, leaning what we want or do not expect but surprises us with a smile.

There are no letters full of wishes throw to uncertainty and magic.

There is no such row to receive clothing and not a toy. Neither

the charm of not quite understand what do the adults at dinner but trying and wanting to be part of it.

There is no monolithic fascination for fireworks.

There are no bells and whistles that game with new or with the remains of the fireworks, that game so strong that it creates and destroys worlds. Neither

not understand why her aunt wept.
There is nothing of that. But, somehow, changed, reinvented, it is still there. And so I raise my glass.

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"Civilization begins when the primary objective-that is, the overall satisfaction of needs, is effectively abandoned. (...) The civilization that dominates and represses-the demands of the pleasure principle-remains exist within the same civilization. The unconscious holds up the objectives of the pleasure principle. The return of the repressed history shapes banned and underground civilization. And the exploration of this history reveals the secret not only the individual but also of civilization. " Herbert Marcuse. Want

. That's the only word that exists, the other only on with him. There

centuries walling momentum, slicing economic emotionally installment, covering his mouth with mud and with caution, restricting it to certain times and places.

the beast writhes, stabbed. Twists, bound, bloodied and surrounded. It twists and turns the world.

Do not be simplified. Desire is not just sexual. This is another mechanism to subjugate the verb. Desire is erotic, which contains and exceeds the above. Want

is a wind that carries from one port to another. Want to eat, sleep, cuddle, kiss, kill, laugh, travel, looking, steal, love, hurt, jump, shout, dance ... Each one of us different results of how we managed to contain and allow this wind.

The wind is a breeze. For all our life all around us has been educating the momentum. Giving appropriate time and place, right ways, estimated durations.

And if there is a problem with the breeze is not blowing you know where. Ports disappear. And everything becomes swamp.

That's this place, this office. A swamp. The corner where wishes come to die. There is, yes, some. But it is not the word that creates, pushing, killing and giving life. It's a lazy walk, muddy, between sexual desire by a partner / a, desire Friday it is to be believed (wrongly) devoid of the repressive mechanisms and surrender fully to the desire, the desire to eat, to charge more, being in any other place to sleep.

I look at people around me, to deserotizados faces, expressions of boredom, and I pregnto. I wonder if they amputated the restrictions, if they tear the shame and the idea of \u200b\u200bthe future, if thrown naked prejudice by now, I wonder what would. What violence, orgasms, hates, joys and fights their passion in them. Which verbs break into this life of adjectives.

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Want a step away from the storm

going to rain. Going to rain soon. Going to rain. I repeat over and over again, like a mantra, like a spell or perhaps as an incentive. Should it rain.

play against me they predicted rain. And we all know that the climate does not like to agree with what meteorologists predict Argentine.

play against me, too, which is Friday. My mantra is seen by the angry eyes of the office. They want a weekend devoid of rain. There

them postponement of happiness until the weekend, needing everything to be perfect in it. There

them with his careless conception of perfection that leaves out the rain. There

them with his delusion that in the end Night stop yawning. There

them with pleasurable pain that represent you on Monday, as hypochondriacs always basking in a new disease. There

them. Because

going to rain. Going to rain soon. Going to rain cats and dogs. The Flood, a bean. Going to rain and rain and rain. There

them in their homes, looking through the window. At the same will be reflected, divided between the inside and the outside. And in that reflection you will see your yawn. See this parasite that is yawning. You will see that it has conquered the whole of who they are. That has engulfed their interests, their curiosities, their concerns, their virtues.

Will be a big yawn as reflected in the window of a studio on a rainy Saturday. And I will be there in the street, dancing in the rain. There is nothing more effective in counteracting the parasite of yawning to dance in the rain.

going to rain. Going to rain soon. I repeat it over and over again, like a mantra, like a spell or perhaps as an incentive. Should it rain.

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abysmal party tomorrow!

If the world was (and is) a bolero

Manzanero This party would be as absurd

born

Highway bar

scattered here and there.

The appointment is tomorrow at of the eight

If you come I'd be very pussy

is at Guardia Vieja 3460, Abasto two

is so very close as pasture land.

No giraffes, unicorns or King Kong

But pool, foosball and ping pong to

There will be neither a living statue or a Mormon

But music, art, and in the street, a picture Peron.

If you do not come tell you that you're gay

Or that you're a lady of the night

I become aggressive as an earthquake

Are not you come to the party from the abyss.

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Sex! Scandal! Death! Money!

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Thursday, 16! Smells

know there's going to be rock. You know there will be Gypsy music. And even Icelandic hip hop. You know there will be exhibition of photos, drawings and madness. You know who will be members birthday radio show "The abyss of the obvious." You do not know where or when. Well, is Thursday 16 December at 3460 Old Guard (in the bar "Le Troquet Henry"). From 20 pm.

Do not be a whining bastard. What! As with friends! As with the sexual partner you're not (so) ashamed of. You can bring anyone. Anyone But Edgar Allan Poe. There'sa black cat in the bar and we all know That Edgar Allan Poe and black cats do not see Each Other in the eye.

Oui, oui. La fête est ce jeudi. Oui, on the vendredi travaille. Mais ya une soulement streets. Tu veux vivre ou veux you sleep? Here es-tu? La beauté endormie? Putain!

I'm a fool, yes. But, too. Yes, you're a fool. A crazy fool out of the ordinary. A very dangerous madman. And the crazy and dangerous out drinking and dancing. Where? In the bar. What bar? Are you serious? Do not break my balls!

You're going to have a great time! To get drunk. Dancing. And maybe, if you're lucky, you will have sex in the bathroom. Oh, yes. Anything can happen. No. There will be no giraffes.

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abysmal Fiesta

El olor a lluvia que es olor a Entre Casa.

El olor a Nafta que es olor a viaje.

El olor a tostadas que es olor a infancia.

El olor a café con Canela que es olor a Domingo de películas, de facturas y de Camara.

El olor al Primer cigarrillo del dia que es olor a calm.

The wood smell is the smell of summer and hugs and home.

The smell of her skin odor that is happiness.

smell the wind playing in the treetops is smell smile.

The smell of chocolate is the smell of night.

might be feeling some of all those smells. But no. No. I feel another now.

The smell of sweaty armpits of fat smell Spam is agony.