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As soon as he loved the noema, she was crowded with the priest and they fell into
hydromurias, wild ambonios, exasperating sustalos. Every time he tried to recount
the incopelusas, he became entangled in a plaintive grimace and had to wrap himself
face to face with the nouvel, feeling how little by little the mirrors were mirrored,
they were collapsing, redupliming, until they were stretched out like the ergomanina
trimalliate. some cariaconia cells have been dropped. And yet it was only the beginning,
because at one point she was stealing the hurgalios, allowing him to gently approach her
orphanages. As soon as they were interspersed, something like an ulucordium cursed them,
extrayuxtaba and paramovía, suddenly it was the clinón, the sultry convulcante of the matric,
the jadehollante embocapluvia of the orgumio, the esproemios of the merpasm in a
sobrehumítica agopausa. Evohé! Evohé! Volposados on the crest of the murelio, felt balpamar,
perlinos and marbles. The troc was trembling, the marioplumas were overcoming, and everything was resolved in a deep pínice, in niolamas of argutered gauze,
in almost cruel carinies that ordopenated them to the limit of gunfias.
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