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ADULT COSTUME

I take off this costume adult in me trying to revive that child.

I'll take this dress makes me a dull type most in the crowd.

I'm tired of making big a cult.

If when I was a boy would have known that the world was so fucking great ...

There, as a child, I buried!

Now that I'm older I catapulted the youthful spirit of a child. And today I dismissed this costume because the costume is bufo an insult.

I want my child to give me pardon, and return to his world I ask:

forgive me for having resigned and will accompany him to the grave today.

rather be strange or even hidden and not continue to suffer to be injured.

'd rather be naked and be a child, this grotesque dress costume adult.

(Ruben Sada)

Hydrocephalus And Craniosacral Therapy

The formal and cold






Who would have expected to love, that informal
be devoted to them as formal.

while eating lunch for the first time she
very slow and he spoke with both
and objectivity
suspicious of major themes in two volumes
your smile, hers,
was like an omen or a fable
his look, his, took note of how their
eyes, hers,
but his words, his,
not aware of that survey

sweet as always or almost always led to policy
culture so
evening attended the theater without touching
a nail or a buttonhole
not even a buckle or a sleeve
and as output
was cold and she had no means
only sandals by poking fingers
very white and defenseless
was necessary to get into a nightclub

and since the boy lingered
both opted for the confidence they
extra dry and ice please
when they arrived home, hers, and the cold was
on his lips, his, so she
fable and
omen gave shelter and instant coffee

one hour biography and nostalgia just
until finally there came a silence
as is known in these cases is brave
not really say anything about

he tested it only remains for me is to sleep
and she proved why do not you stay
and he did not tell me twice and she
good why do not you stay
so he stayed in principle without usury
to kiss her cold feet, hers,
then she kissed her lips, his,
at that point were no longer as cold and

well as on the big issues
slept the sleep that they did not sleep. Mario Benedetti