Latin American

Watery cry pending blaring trumpets, heralding of a new awakening of new and renewed man. And while the pass expires. Does that band man stripped of conformism? (…) Nerve neurons dream awake. And ask my "I" applies to something my poems? And while the man sleeps answer their bad dreams. If nothing is done to rebuild my dreams. World Cup hopes fair equal justice. III WELL-birth birth Lamps lit, fucked and took my candle light. At the beginning of a more aya.

Complexity sub particles. Atomic a new creed. Link step of a new generation. Righteous men of fair justice. And other worlds to populate and their utterances, were equal to evolve in similar creeds. Words black, red, green, yellow, I would say that everything is latent in the same words: Negrea corset of a world outside the world and that of the worlds are in a permanent oblivion (…) World Negrea fly famine sparkling Buzzing cadaveric buzzing to chill, wandering, On flooded streets that are in the rain till oblivion heroes Africa stinks and cruel. And the light of my candle till I get my voice as Africa. Red gulfs gulfs of shadow; excandecencias vapors and cross-shopping between glacial spears, green meadows, clear waters, white kings, made the people waving the umbels of scarlet, purple, smell of dried blood in oblivion.

Sprinkle in laughter aron white complexions. Drunk on light penances and my transfer, rivers and roads coming to the sea and transfer, the other Latin American continent. Green and white Green purity gum cycles.