I Turned Her Over My Knee

SHE DREAMED OF MARIETTA RODRIGUEZ MORALES




She dreamed one day I go dressed white light in a church
,
with hair full of wildflowers. He was one

accompanied by a huge bouquets of roses.
Seeking a perfect lover,
in the pages of novels, coffee
ads in Berlin,
squares with the elders. Drawing
destination with that perfect lover,
build a house in the mountains, surrounded
firewood and fire.
She dreamed of the perfect lover
walking through the streets of the universe,
and toured every corner of Shakespeare and Company.

perfect lover That pierced his heart with a dagger,
and devour like a beast his vertebra anxious. That

perfect lover would write beautiful love poems,
in the days of rain in the fertile fields of creation. She
love this perfect lover, as long distances

domains in the world. Levanto
soles temples in the vicinity of the sea. One day the lover

perfect evaporated like a mirage of a magician,
on the banks of a river.
At home in the valleys,
jailer had a wife,
that tied him for life,
in the silence of eternal torture.
She cried like an empress
near death.
was found with a man of flesh and blood, he went through
arrows on his face and made
signing his death sentence.
One day she walked in the cemetery, searching for the tomb
that perfect lover. Kiss
each of the tablets, and in his hands
wore crowns of spikes.
hear the singing of those obnoxious parrot,
in the branches of trees,
and saw the spirit of the perfect lover,
was raised as a ball of fire into the sky. She dreamed that


entered the church accompanied by a huge single bunches of roses,
and saw the altar,
the deformed face of death,
repeated it like a crow hysterical



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