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Talks
-teen girls almost in a wardrobe somewhere
for a handball matches of the tournament
Buenos Aires-
"I can play better with this?" break
concern with purity,
get something there .
"Does it hurt?" And repent of being like a fool.

cotton hairs are seen,
play with texture, check the smoothness.
ignored for a few hours permeability
movement, the shutter.

Pull the thread: the astonishment of the swelling
whole blood contained.
Anguish, a body part
discarded.






"I know what I say will not be sufficient consolation, "Julieta Venegas sings
. Regarding the Pain
overlooking the momentum of maternal shelter, matriarchal
also mandated to support:
keep an imaginary wall
with the same adherence to an octopus.
Maybe it's time to transform ties,

fraternity dare say yes, I'm sad, hug me.
And have the mantra
the words of Rocky, the last-
where it says that no matter
battles won but all the shots that you can endure.







Difficult not to compare female leg with a sharp instrument
:
the vagina is cutting edge and has pod legs are

sides of the knife, scissors or anything poignant.
is heard there, warn, teach

common sense "you will not lose by a couple of shrimp."
So the challenge;
no edges or corners, texture

these tips are similar to embrace:
produce concave and convex
give other builds, love.





The picture of a Barbie, which, however,
is hairless.
That object or symbol of women / children
established
perfection (perfection far:
no cracks, no disproportions
no gestures;
just a friend "ethnic ")
toy and cause euphoria.

a girl in fifth grade
to which
parents if they could buy the entire collection
with Ken and including convertible car
took them to school
and recess
poured from his backpack
a dozen dolls
ready to have.
Of course all
wanted to play, play
this delicacy unknown.
She did not want nobody, nobody
fidget with their treasures.

Now, with that beautiful hair-
the holes in the hairs absent
act as scars,
manipulate not feel like a toy.




The photos are Testarmata and Florencia Andrea Garcia Armed and every poem I wrote for the photo beneath, respectively.