Culo de mal asiento

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"

W.B. Yeats


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Permanence 

that unconditional elusive         
                                                            Eminence

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Cocorosie - Not For Sale by holdenglass

Bad seated ass

any blood curdling

liquid bunch of

diamond chains

sip sipping

let the chimes pass

(Tread softly he said)

caked in dark flour

sun bleached

any small endeavour

to be reached

and then

sip sipping

till another one

dawns

- and among the thorns and the jagged glass strewn lawns you walked heedless and high headed; you read the story only once and fried the pages over for breakfast, another one shall come -

(Only my dreams he said)

he wove them in

threaded pine-needles

smeared sap glue from

punctured baobab skin

held them tight and

he lay them down

by the highway

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