Round
Like a universe expanding,
with a dwarf star at its center,
day by day,
my stomach grows.
I wish there would be entropy,
chaos, some disorder,
but the inevitable glut
stably marches on.
Round.
Like soft drops of olive oil,
like a dusty cocoa truffle,
like a snore.
The sun's weight sits on a spoon,
and still I chomp a bowl
of sunflakes, more and more
such gravity.
miércoles, 31 de octubre de 2007
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jor jor jor
pero no muy alentador ¿eh?
Bueno, pues no.
Pero mira, mejor un milímetro menos que un centímetro más, no?
:)
Ho ho ho.
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