algo que escribi entre un avion y un cuarto de hotel (sashkka)

"Podria pasarme todo el dia asi..."
Y mis pestanias se despegan todas las manianas con ese preludio
el eco de esa frase quedo secuestrado en un timpano que gusta de los dulce
caja de resonancia hechiza
Y si! yo tambien podria pasarme todo el dia 'asi'
en la cueva de un beso
quedaste tu.

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T.J es como un cuadro de Riopelle
negro, rojo, azul, blanco, magenta
y es como estar
en el sur, en el norte, en la playa, en el desierto
en un solo parpadeo.

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Somehow I am again laying down in the bed of a family hotel room, double beds, microwave, small fridge, two TV sets, a coach, and even a hair dryer. It was almost inevitable not thinking about the 'good old days'. Except that those rooms were not as equipped as this one. The feeling is always the same though. This hotel is cleaner, nicer, it is actuially the best hotel I have ever been within this category. Yeah! as I was saying the feeling has not changed that much. My cold feet stepping down in the cold ceramic bathroom tiles. The blankets and this fictitious idea that the quilt is cleaner than the sheets. Anyone that has been a hotel maid knows that it is the opposite. Washing my face and still fighting against my acne I suddenly visualize myself naked, in front of the mirror with suspended thoughts, the next thing: your hands holding my waistline, a kiss on my neck, lights off, dreams off, and then a flatline...