A ladder with canopy uses for the first time
The Barcelona-Madrid anti-rust,
digs "El País" that is opened.
Perhaps was it seen by the expert -
traveller - who patrols through Europe?
In seven times seven, Otto will break
Close to quinquennal and clock-making spirals.
some beloved tolled his knell
And turned their head away from
Of course, nobody must scratch the eczema
Of a corpse.
Tonight, the crypt is without ice.
In the country of Cervantes, the peon is
Not listening to the resurrection by his eyes.
Euphoria is the blessing
That covers our bones with quite receptive
The movement liquefies his subjective flesh;
This Neil Young is
water from a predilection
In the fingers of Time. One paper cloud
his sky such a fruit-bearing butterfly.
The roots are moved towards this
By which Neil Young draws
Origin for his bath and thus
As Eternity conning Time and Money!
bursts out laughing, loudly, crying out:
"Thank you for coming." to the so
Happy, Neil bends the shade, dries himself in the gold
His reflection is become an anamorphosis on these waters
that would become fertile
By means of a Sylph being toreador.
palpitates... Ah! Oh! Time is Water spreading out
On our lives so well
printed, crinkling us.
Neil sits down at table. In a soft fluttering,
puts in parentheses the bounce of the hammer:
His blue sandwich clears off
really from the vice
Like a puff with greasy and insane packing.
young imp, Neil peels childishness:
Jacket and shirt leave from the same
All the time barearmed, the good mahout operates
With folds the
flexible laces about the framework
Of geometrical Time and about the
Of inaccurate Space, with labour force.
Billy strengthens snail
Poncho and Ralph peg the vast section.
The concealed sequences line
up in our eye.
When Neil laughs with us in recognition,
Poncho boots him
to denounce his birth.
But this "Born to rock" moves Neil as a
The six shells sing a wind of prologue...
This strand draws the
matrix of Dugout.
Our glances are struck and synthesized.
How you doin'
out there...? Neil tautening his mountain:
"... Here a song for ordinary
people" from Spain.
The nave agrees and then the voices hypnotize.
outshines his tool, locating the rungs.
The edifice embellishes all
Impetuous, Neil shakes himself decorating the meshes
gilded pearls that, suddenly, are green.
The equation of the lost and lively
Produces the link of the confinement of the seeds.
up the already coded views,
Faking our rotary vapours.
Neil strikes his
proof of the circumference.
The drift, concerning that, brandishes that any
axis is needle
Thinking to be vertebra like eel
Infiltrating towards an
Twenty-seven bones hail us towards prehension.
Six long phalanxes turn darker the pressure.
And Energy runs causing the
channels to overflow,
Compelling Mass to identify with Memory.
bursts the compartment of our unreadable book
For lucid light
surrounding the rings.
Rubbing ends up covering our eyelids
beautiful soot that livens our prayers up.
Let’s not forget: the powder that
makes the flame,
The crackling of embers in the big breath of air,
confession of the furthermost bounds that swells up.
These three mysteries
Creation bustles about the exit.
My oath is nothing to
throw to the Nettle.
Denis Between The Rusty Words
December 17, 2005)
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