Loss Of Cervical Lordosis And Ra

owner dies noise

old memories necessarily stupid,
sometimes I feel even the noise of the dice.
I do not know, here and now I do not know
beside this table.

Follies in the world of role
are not
the pain of that rainy day in sweat.
Remember those deaths?
I still feel the smell. Blood everywhere


and neglected corpses.
"Strings? "Choking" I thought.

knives and ropes, a fatal
convinación. I wanted a mancuerda

but it would be an abomination. Cut

was my action.
necks, feet, skin, say that my accusation

written on paper.


looked at the board is still in this table was a big surprise

bumping into your last meal. Even


off the aroma of freshly made food,
"Milan and mash" I muttered. Stroked
with my finger last

that old white ceramic that will forever be lying broken on the floor.

bloodstained floor, crimson,
even remember his peculiar taste
you might not, but I do
after all I killed you. These trembling hands

guilty and this despite the heart.

I see the memory of another woman kissing
and the reflection of his figures in the glass, but now their bodies
acrylic stain the walls
of that catastrophe which
blame me, because I know
failed.
The
followed to death and that was my bad luck.