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Lies

Lies, just lies there, not only of politicians, the storytellers of the souk, but on the people you admire, of yourself, of those that relief, provided that you their help in the past. Lies opulent as false scenarios of cardboard, wrapping it all, getting black screens on the roses in your memory. Lies just believing you, proud, quiet, reading the book lies in your own life without you noticing. Lies when you cry, when you travel, when you shiver, at the edge of the islands, inland sea in the background, when you break the vase, where persuade your friends what they say is true. Lies seductive, delicious, fertile, warm manure lies as painting the roof of your mouth. Lies in the desolate place of men, children starving, women who walk on stilettos. Lies in the churches and the walls, in cemeteries, on the lapel of the maps in the paradises that we built in the withered leaves of so much truth. Really, who wants the truth, I live my lies, as others do in the tail of a car, no name proscribed and down to sleep in empty stations. Someone up a stone and throws it in the middle of a forest lying is the stone that breaks up all of the branches and sleep forever in the riverbed.

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There was a time when, in the absence of swamps, I opened bars. I used to go with Iñaki, which had a fine network of informants, which allowed us to know exactly what kittens are brand new (including the location and time, as in drug delivery), so there appeared, eager, silent, ready to drink for free while the liver to resist. There were always welcome. On one occasion, the day before a fucking statistical review, we present ourselves in a cafe too smart and we look immediately aroused the suspicions of the hosts. Good education is supposed to prevent rich people that we expel down the stairs, thanks to which, despite the disapproving glances, we gave a good account of confectionery. Canapés, champagne, fruit glazed and fragrant. But the gods we had booked a punishment for our courage and the next day, amid the bloody statistics examination, I suffered, preceded by an attack of nausea, severe stomach pain. I passed by a girl handed me his sheet and the teacher Acha, which boasted an ironic infinite patience and allowed me to go to the bathroom at my pleading face. Sitting on the toilet I swore to myself that I would never leave me tempted by the golden calf, nor (as I imagined champagne swamps where sirens heinous corrupted the soul of drunken sailors) would re-open a fucking luxury cocktails.

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and candor was not lust, or water clarity, there was not a single tree, the giraffes were gone, no one could hear the sound of the sails, had glaciers brown boxes without dreams, hotels empty bazaars as tombs, there were no words, only monologues, a bleak wind, not a single boat, not a single riot, exhausted gardens, islands in the shadows, ponds hungry, my mother could not hear, the songs of my mother, a terrible silence, a silence of termites, no pencils, no books, no birds, no violins, just a black fire, juice of slag, hollow domes, shirts piled dust in the temples, tapestries burned, a dog sleepwalker, debris, flies, ossuaries, covers ... and the moon reflected in a TV on. In the report, in a monotone, talking about the end of the world.