il Bucco nero.

First time my father overheard me listening to
this bit of music he asked me,
"what is it?"
"it's called Love For Three Oranges,"
I informed him.
"boy," he said, "that's getting it

cheap."
he meant sex.
listening to it
I always imagined three oranges

sitting there,
you know how orange they can
get,

so mightily orange.
maybe Prokofiev had meant
what my father
thought.
if so, I preferred it the
other way
the most horrible thing

I could think of
was part of me being
what ejaculated out of the
end of his
stupid penis.
I will never forgive him

for that,
his trick that I am stuck
with,

I find no nobility in
parenthood.
I say kill the Father

before he makes more

such as I.

Bukowski

Bretch y nada mas.

Bretch y las maneras de matar, ¿si ?.
esmeralda m.

DIRTY BABY

DIRTY BABY,
Sin palabras, todo lo que de satisfacción...
¿Por que no?.
Gracias Beatriz.
esmeralda m.

MAGICIAN - Lou Reed (Magic & Loss, 92)
Magician Magician take me upon your wings
and ... gently roll the clouds away
I'm sorry so sorry I have no incantations
only words to help sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want to count to five
turn around and find myself gone
Fly through the storm
and wake up in the calm
Release me from the body
from this bulk that moves beside me
Let me leave this body far away
I'm sick of looking at me
I hate this painful body
that disease has slowly worm away
Magician take my spirit
inside I'm young and vital
Inside I'm alive please take me away
So many things to do - it's too early
For my life to be ending
For this body to simply rot away
I want some magic to keep me alive
I want a miracle ... I don't want to die
I'm afraid that if I go to sleep I'll never wake
I'll no longer exist
I'll close my eyes and disappear
and float into the mist
Somebody ... please hear me
my hand can't hold a cup of coffee
My fingers are weak - things just fall away
Inside I'm young and pretty
Too many things unfinished
My very breath taken away
Doctor you're no magician - and I am no believer
I need more than faith ... can give me now
I want to believe in miracles - not just belief in numbers
I need some magic to take me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
Visit on this starlit night
replace the stars the moon the light - the sun's gone
Fly me through this storm
and wake up in the calm ...
I fly right through this storm
and ... I ... Wake ... Up ... In ... The ... Calm

ella

Frida Kahlo:
"Yo quisiera poder hacer lo que me da la gana detrás de la cortina de la "locura". Así arreglaría las flores, pintaría el dolor, el amor y la ternura, me reiría a mis anchas de la estupidez de los otros, y todos me dirían: pobre está loca"

esmeralda m.

Diosa, Diosa, tan maravillosa...

Ayer leía en el "Lanata´magazzine",sobre esta diosa del sexo, que no solo está casada, y que hace cornudo al marido, que es el mismo que le presenta amantes como el plomero, el sodero o cualquier otro proveedor, en el sentido mas amplio. El está cansado, exhausto, ella lo secó y el parece veinte años mayor, pero aunque es un personaje secundario, ella lo respeta y hasta coge o petea con el simbolo de la mujer casada en el cuello.¡Bravo Savita!La historieta es malisima, una porno de cuarta y mal dibujada pero tiene algo atrapante que es ser tan parecida a la realidad.
esmeralda m.