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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3677 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Disaster of Loving Silvia A. Brandon-Perez So I sought up in heaven and down the mountain with kisses, hugs, screams, laughs, songs, with a pot full of fresh lentils and a tuned guitar and seven lizards, with three clocks marking different hours in this uneven universe assigned to me, with passion, willfulness, malice aforethought, desire, innocence, tongue stuck out from so much violated kissing, through windows, between doors, with lace from teenage girl slips and one hundred gray hair, thirty wrinkles, English lavender, I screamed, sobbed, sang, claimed, damned, responded, danced a son, guaracha, a guaguancó, got involved in an ocho from a messed up tango, put San Antonio upside down, lit candles to the spirits of dawn in the end, nothing, mierda, disillusionment, the memory of some night in which passion took over, you, the crickets madly whining outside, cats mewling and the dogs and wolves and those small evil rabbits out of some story by Cortázar and later silence, end of the story no cinemacolor. |
