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Because I can not think for themselves

Because I can not think for themselves
Alejandro Páez Varela

As you browse through my blood and you know my weaknesses, and do not dare to wake in the middle of the day or when I walk through the aisles of your dreams, and you fit in the palm of my hand and hide in the hollow of yours so I would not escape, so I will not lie in the shadows, and you are my peace, my patience and my fury, explain: What the hell do ? Why do I need? Who are you, dumb, blind, alone? Who gave you permission to go, because of my passion? Since

crosses the swamp with me and we both spotted chin up and celebrate because the mud knows roses for lovers, because you make me forget my name and yours to pronounce slowly so that it becomes mine, and you have become the breath of the afternoon, in full paragraphs Juan Gelman I read or breath or plagiarism because I can not think for yourself, since you're breaking dawn, breath in each sentence and the distance between my glass eyes and tell me, what I say, where I hide so that nobody finds you, how you now throb.

Because I want to fill only me and abarcarte (not yet open arms). And consume you, acabarte, be you take in and out, eat your bones and lick your skin with the devotion of the cat that sleeps in the window on a sunny afternoon without haste. I want to be the magician who will participate in five and joins you in the presence of all, the autumn leaves will cover the ground running and get up when the pig of brown sugar in milk that sopeas.

Because I want to meddle in your hair and get it in deeper, and be part of you.

As you browse my life and know my weaknesses and my commas sad, and I sleep with your smell good crush of the day and memories to survive only you, tell me who you are? What do I do? Why did you slip in my saliva, why I feel lost if you do not see why kidnap my desire to give up? Tell me, how is that now I need you?
And you're only home, shelter, sword against my inner beast. And are the end of memory, which contains up whisper of memories. And you, too, allied against forgetting.