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Small Fleece Baby Burp Blanket, size 16" x 12"
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Do not look at me they look
that we look at each other
Let's look at the way
of not looking at us
Do not look at each other, do not look at each other
and when they do not look at us,
we will look at each other
with the soul's eyes
I'm looking at you
and with those of the face
disguising.
This is the mode
that what is ours,
what's ours, what's ours
Hide everyone.
You know what I want
more than my life:
those beautiful eyes
they will kill me.
And I have to look at you,
even if you look at me,
look at me, look at me
and even if you kill me.
If my eyes offend you,
I promise you
do not bother you
want to be blind
But I beg you
may you serve me,
serve me, serve me
of lazarillo.
Slow fire fire
your beautiful eyes
Fire for the one who loves
and anyone else.
And I beg you
you make me ashes,
ashes, ashes,
with that fire.
Do not look at us,
do not look at us,
and when they do not look at us
we will look at each other
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio