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Rafael Cadenas

INTEMPERIE

EXPOSURE


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UNIVERSIDAD DE LOS ANDES

DIRECCIN GENERALDE CULTURA Y EXTEN-

SIN

Autoridades Universitarias

Mario Bonucci RossiniRector

Patricia RosenzweigVicerrector Acadmico

Manuel ArangurenVicerrector Administrativo

Jos Mara AnderezSecretario

DirectorMauricio Navia A.

Consejo EditorialDaniel AlbornozEnrique Vidal

Elizabeth MarnJos Francisco Guerrero L.

Debby AvendaoArnaldo ValeroCarlos MonagasRocco Mangieri

Jorge TorresMara Rios

Carlos MatteraErma Sulbarn

Coordinador de Ediciones

Actual - LibrosJos Francisco Guerrero Lobo

INTEMPERIEEXPOSUREPrimera Edicin, 2011 Universidad de Los Andes

Direccin de Cultura y ExtensinMrida-Venezuela

Autor Rafael Cadenas Traduccin Rowena Hill

Diseo y diagramacinJos Francisco Guerrero LoboDiseo de Portada

Jos Francisco Guerrero Lobo

Ilustracin de portadaFirma

ImpresinUniversidad de Los Andes

Talleres Grcos [email protected]

Mrida-Venezuela

HECHO EL DEPSITO DE LEYDepsito Legal:ISBN:

Derechos ReservadosProhibida la reproduccin total o parcialde esta obra sin la autorizacin escrita del

autor y el editor.Universidad de Los Andes,

Av. 5 Zerpa, Esquina con calle 24,antiguo Colegio San Jos, 1 piso.Tele-fax 0274-240-26.58http://www.direcciondecultura.com.ve

Mrida 5101. Venezuela

Impreso en VenezuelaPrinted in Venezuela


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INTEMPERIE

EXPOSURE


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The judge- that one who stands apart from usto deliver his verdicts is our sentence.He lives on our blood,at the expense of our bowels,eating the fruit we lift to our mouths;

its he who tastes it, chews it, swallows it.Hes nourished even if he pardons us.

We walk slowlyand forging our way or thinking about each stepin the glue of his saliva.His rigid gaze in the night

is lighted with the bones of childhood.


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El juezese que separndose de nosotrosdicta sus falloses nuestra condena.Vive de nuestra sangre,a expensas de nuestros intestinos,comindose la fruta que nos llevamos a la boca;

es l quien la saborea, la mastica, la traga.Se nutre aun perdonndonos.

Caminamos lentamentey abrindonos paso o pensando cada pasoen la goma de su saliva.Su mirada rgida en la noche

se enciende con los huesos de la infancia.


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Nothing, nothing is repeated.Only I, in memory, hold myselflike a vestigein my own hands.


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Nada, nada se repite.

Slo yo, en la memoria, me tengocomo un vestigioentre mis propias manos.


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Like someone walking according to a designthat is not his ownand drawing a gurethat he himself cant read,the man who must explaintraces his route.


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Como quien camina segn un designioque no es suyoy disea una guraque l mismo no puede leer,hace su trayectoel que debe explicar.


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How could hebecome the courtto try his life(hes no more than the roomwhere it meetsto ponder rulings)the man

who judges leastthe manwho exists from his bodytheleast conclusiveman alive?


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Cmo pudovolverse tribunalde su vida(no es sino la saladonde se renea rumiar fallos)el

que menos juzga,elque existe desde su cuerpo,elmenos concluyentede los nacidos?


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Skinny ngersravage me.The sky stagnatesin my well.Magicis wounded.I live

like the land I came from,the land I traveled with my father.Wordsare no use in this outpost.


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Flacos dedosme asuelan.El cielo se estancaen mi pozo.La magiaest herida.Vivo

como la tierra de donde vine,la tierra que recorr con mi padre.Las palabrasno sirven en este confn.


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Bite,swallow,take,you need it,your body is crying out for it,your chest is demanding it loudly,your knees are waiting for it.

Eat this dish as soon as possible.Your hands will not feel limp in the morning.Take the mouthful due to you,the one chosen for you,the one someone put on your tablefor you to live with it.


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Muerde,traga,recibe,lo necesitas,lo est pidiendo a gritos tu cuerpo,lo reclama tu pecho a voces,lo esperan tus rodillas.

Come cuanto antes este plato.Tus manos no se sentirn ojas en la maana.Toma el bocado que te corresponde,el escogido para ti,el que alguien puso en tu mesapara que vivieras con l.


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7Manwho accuses himself.At bottoma sorefrom the Christthey sold us,the fraud.

An imposturethat cries out for exactness.


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Hombreque se acusa.En el fondouna llagadel Cristoque nos vendieron,el fraude.

Imposturaque clama por exactitud.


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Im sustainedby living up in the airwith no signalnor mapnor promise,in an anteroom where everyone rushes aboutlike clerks

to forget.


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Me sostieneeste vivir en vilosin ninguna sealni mapani promesa,en una antesala donde todos trajinancomo empleados

para olvidar.


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Its tough to have beenwithout knowing, a gambler,and nd oneselftouchingfateas if it was a card.

There are no more moves except putting oneselfin unknown hands.


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Es recio haber sidosin saberlo, un jugadory encontrarsetocandocomo una cartael destino.Ya no hay ms jugadas sino un ponerse

en manos desconocidas.


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Delirium no longer asks for me.I live over salt, getting up and falling, day after day. Ieat, I walk, I lie down on something that supports mewithout asking for explanation, without expectinganything. Im body. Im called tension, weakness,silence, skin, nerve, smell, mistake. I drag myself, Itouch grass, I become ground. The ineffable doesnt

want me.

Years ago I stopped asking. I gave up at a brink.The windows say live.Dirt of our sacred dirt. Thought scrabbles, scrabbles.Im a rope that clings to the last proximity.Vibrant wanting, vibrant crime, vibrant disaffection.

Well versed in dissent, in rupture, in utmost efforts,I persist.


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Ya el delirio me solicita.Vivo sobre la sal, levantndome y cayendo, da trasda. Como, ando, me acuesto sobre lo que me sostienesin pedir una aclaracin, sin esperar nada. Soy uncuerpo. Me llamo tensin, debilidad, silencio, piel,nervio, olor, yerro. Me arrastro, toco hierba, me hagosuelo. Lo inefable no me quiere.

Hace aos dej de preguntar. Desist en un lo.Las ventanas dicen vivir.Sucio de nuestro sucio sacro. El pensamiento escarba,escarba. Soy una cuerda que se abraza a la ltimaproximidad.Vibrante querer, vibrante delito, vibrante desamor.

Ducho en disensin, en rotura, en desvivir, persisto.


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I trail a razed history.Im extreme weakness. My legs bend. I wont make it,I wont make it.Where does the strength come from when I go on?Im the deaf man, the sharp remark, the blow on thecheek, softness poison, the madmans cloak, thechastiser of fervor, the dirty pipe, the swamp withoutgleams, the model of our ignorance, the one whomakes himself, unmakes himself, makes himself.


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Arrastro una historia anonadada.Soy aqueza mxima. Mis piernas se doblan. Nollego, no llego.De dnde sale la fuerza cuando sigo? Soy el sordo,el exabrupto, el golpe en la mejilla, el veneno de lasuavidad, el manto del loco, el que hostiga el fervor,el srdido tubo, la cinaga sin fulgor, la horma denuestra ignorancia, el que se hace, se deshace, sehace.


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I drink madness, wasteland, corridor, book,conversation, proximity, stomach, salary; the drinkpercolates slowly, settles in the knees, rises to themouth confusing it,my only ground.


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Bebo locura, yermo, corredor, libro, conversacin,proximidad, vientre, sueldo; la bebida se riega conlentitud, se establece en las rodillas, sube a la bocaconfundindola,mi nico suelo.


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The goddess was unable to avert the pursuit. He whoserved her hears whips crack, but he cant turn hiseyes away. He ees to a brink.There he recites his part, his monody, his antistrophe.


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La diosa no pudo conjurar la persecucin. El que laserva oye restallar ltigos, pero no puede apartar losojos. Huye a un borde.All dice su parte, su monodia, su antiestrofa.


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Sit down. Torment is already putting on the rags ofobligation. Its time for the work to begin.I take an interest in myself again. For a long time I leftmyself on an edge. Where the sulfur of monologuemade it impossible to breathe.


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Sintate. Ya el tormento se viste con el trapo de laobligacin. Es hora de dar comienzo a la obra.Me retomo. Hace tiempo me dej en un borde.All donde el azufre del monlogo haca imposiblerespirar.


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Although Im here in my room, this is an outpost.Every moment seems to me the last; the place Ioccupy, an anxious terminal. I live in the midst ofassembled endings.


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Aunque est aqu en mi cuarto, este es un confn.Cada instante me parece el ltimo; el sitio que ocupo,trmino ansioso. Vivo en medio de congregadasextremidades.


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Im the mute hatching of whats buried. A garruloushorde rises from inertia and hides again.Breathing cant deal with the unsaid. The unsaidknocks against the wall. I go stumbling to do my duty.


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Soy la eclosin muda de lo yacente. Una horda grrulasale de la inercia y vuelve a ocultarse.La respiracin no puede con lo no dicho. Lo no dichogolpea contra las paredes. Voy, dando traspis, acumplir.


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I go down into the street, as if only I existed.I exhale sulfur, I smell it on my skin.The damned send messages with me.Im a microphone crying bone marrow.


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17My outlet is where I am not.I am my juice, the bone snatched from dementia, thecompound fracture.I vomit psalms, caves, fears.


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Desemboco donde no estoy.Soy mi jugo, el hueso arrancado a la demencia, larotura mltiple.Vomito salmos, cuevas, miedos.


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Its so short, the distance between us and the abyss,almost non-existent, a slim indulgence. We just haveto stop and there it is. We are that.We dont even need to look at it close up. Let there beno illusion. Separation belongs to us.


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Es tan corta la distancia entre nosotros y el abismo,casi inexistente, una delgada lujuria. Basta detenersey ah est. Somos eso.Ni necesitamos mirarlo de cerca. Que no haya engao.La separacin nos pertenece.


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Once more I say: if he didnt nd support inside me,everything would have been solved, but no, he pullsme to pieces, he cuts me to shreds, he scatters meover the eld. In my own plate, with my anguish, heeats me.Ive asked him to leave me where he found me, at themidnight of every night, but hes tireless. He spreads

pieces of me on his bread. He smears his days withme. And I? I devour him too.But who does the pursuer pursue? If where I amtheres no one, a project that has no projects. Icrumple myself up, I cover myself in time spit and Ind no story. No mark, no milestone, no celebration.So then its pointless for him to take the trouble.

Nevertheless, he becomes a whip. My enemy, orin the end my friend, drags me through corridors,streets, buses, lounges, ramps.


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Una vez ms digo: si l no encontrara apoyo dentro dem, todo se habra resuelto, pero no, me despedaza,me corta en trozos, me riega por el campo. En mipropio plato, con mi tsigo, me come.Le he pedido que me deje donde me encontr, en lamedianoche de todas las noches, pero l es incansable.Unta con mis trozos su pan. Embadurna conmigo sus

das. Y yo? Yo tambin lo devoro.Pero a quin persigue el perseguidor? Si dondeyo estoy no hay nadie, un proyecto que no tieneproyectos. Me estrujo, me lleno de saliva de tiempo yno encuentro historia. Ninguna marca, ningn hito,ninguna celebracin. Entonces es intil que se afane.Sin embargo, se convierte en ltigo. Mi enemigo, o mi

amigo a la larga, me arrastra por corredores, calles,autobuses, salones, rampas.


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We are the tireless laborers. We dig, we dig, and themore we dig the bigger our task gets. We dig in searchof a hole. Our trademark is this stumbling walk. Wehave darkness right through to our bones. The lthrises to our mouths. Dirt from the dirty muddies ourtruth. We are the sons of purity.


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Somos los jornaleros incansables. Cavamos, cavamosy mientras ms cavamos ms crece nuestra tarea.Cavamos buscando un agujero. Nuestra marca eseste caminar tropezando. Estamos hasta los huesosde tinieblas. La mugre nos sube a la boca. El sucio delos sucios embarra nuestra verdad. Somos los hijosde la pureza.


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Minos, the howler, with the long tail, didnt need tobe so dreadful. My face would have done. Its enoughto judge.Circle here means not being present.


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Minos, el ululante, el de la larga cola, no necesitabaser tan espantoso. Mi rostro hubiera servido. Juzgarbasta.Crculo aqu signica no estar presente.


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Each of us carries an uncomfortable ghost. Behindhis back we make our joy. Were the men with thewrong task. We work to deprive him of food, but heploughs us inside. The envoys of error. Were legion.We carve disguises without stopping.


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Cada quien lleva un fantasma incmodo. A espaldassuyas hacemos nuestra alegra. Somos los hombresde la tarea equivocada. Trabajamos para privarlode comida, pero l nos ara por dentro. Los legadosdel error. Formamos mesnada. Labramos sin pausadisfraces.


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Repeating, repeating, repeating oneself, and living,where is it?

Who knows how to give way to dazzlement like theman who feels hes not reliable?

Raw being, real love.


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Repetirse, repetirse, repetirse, y vivir dnde es?

Quin sabe ceder el paso al deslumbramiento comoel que se siente incumplido?

Ser a lo vivo, amor real.


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fromReality

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I had to dissent,conceal myself,vanish.

I hadto be a dissonance.

I had to let myself goadriftwithout explaining.


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REALIDAD

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Tuve que disentir,ocultarme,desaparecer.

Tuveque ser una disonancia.

Tuve que dejarme ira la derivasin explicar.


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I had to hidemy face,becomeelusive,be silent, hush(when perhaps a simple claricationwould have helped).

I was judged by the law of men

but I was never interrogated.

All thiswas for you,and I havent seen you.


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Tuve que esconderel rostro,volvermehuidizo,callar, acallar(cuando acaso era tiluna simple aclaracin).

Se me juzgaba con ley de hombre

pero nunca fui interrogado.

Todofue por ti,y no te he visto.


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A man sinks,gets stuck,doesnt heed himselfand puts himself together again. A swamp.Its no joke.There are worse ways to run agroundthan illusion.

A man is drowningin his great desireand someone picks him up,exhausted, confused, erraticand none the wiser.

A man stopshalf way, crawlingunder the radiance.


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Se hunde uno,se atasca,se desoyey vuelve a unirse. Un pantano.No es broma.Hay encallamientospeores que la ilusin.

Se ahoga unoen su magno deseoy alguien lo levanta,exhausto, confundido, dispersoy sin haber aprendido.

Se queda unoa mitad de camino, reptandobajo el resplandor.


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Get used to your fullnothingness.Let it ower.Become accustomedto the fast that is you.

Let your body learn it.


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Hazte a tu nadaplena.Djala orecer.Acostmbrateal ayuno que eres.

Que tu cuerpo se la aprenda.


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Since youre here,you have to

Here we walkwithout asking.

You have to

We wont dene it.Pretend you understand.

Now you know:no questions.(All questions fallat the feet of you have to.)

Anxiety?None of that now,keep stillin your chair, counting the hours.


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Puesto que ests aqu,tienes que

Aqu se caminasin preguntar.

Tienes que

No precisemos.Haz como que entiendes.

Ya sabes:sin interrogar.(Todas las preguntas caena los pies de tienes que).

Angustia?Nada de eso,qudate tranquiloen tu silla, contando las horas.


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Dont carry the nightmareany further.

Tenaciouslythe nightmarewraps itself in our skin.

Lets throw it overboard.

Into the seathe terribletiredvoraciousnightmare

imminent salt eye.


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No lleves msla pesadilla.

Tenazla pesadillase envuelve con nuestra piel.

Echmosla por la borda.

Al aguala terriblecansadavorazpesadilla

ojo inminente de sal.


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Life,Demolish me,sweep away everything,leave onlythe empty shell, not to be lled again,scour, scour without reservationsand drop what you were holding,

keep nothing.


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Vidaarrsame,barre todo,que slo quedela cscara vaca, para no llenarla ms,limpia, limpia sin escrpuloy cuanto sostuviste deja caer

sin guardar nada.


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Where will you lead mefriend?What will become of my laboriouslife?Must I turn backafter going so far?I wore myself out

to arrive at this placewith no moisture.We belong to each other.I must have the strength to go on.


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Its good mannersnot to take off ones face.Shouts should be left for the bedroomwhere ones hardly ever standing.On coming outcareful! one must go dressedlike a hero.

I know that.One must write at a remove - not distantly -above all so as to foster modesty,and if at any time you betray yourself,that is,you saywhat comes to your lips,

you will not be given accessto the precinct.


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Es de rigorno quitarse la cara.Los gritos deben quedar para el cuartodonde apenas se est en pie.Al salirCuidado! se ha de andar vestidoa lo hroe.

Ya s.Hay que escribir con distancia no lejanapara, sobre todo, propiciar al pudor,y si alguna vez te traicionas,esto es,diceslo que se te vino a los labios,

no tendrs accesoal recinto.


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Ars Poetica

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Let each word carry what it says.Let it be like the tremor that sustains it.Let it maintain itself like a heartbeat.

I may not put forward ornate lies nor apply doubtfulink nor add shine to what is.This obliges me to hear myself. But were here to tellthe truth.Lets be real.I want terrifying exactitudes.I tremble when I think Im falsifying myself. I have

to bear the weight of my words. They possess me asmuch as I possess them.

You who know me, if I cant see, tell me my lie, pointout my imposture, rub in my fraud. Ill be grateful toyou, seriously. I want madly to correspond to myself.

Be my eye, wait for me at night and spy on me,examine me, shake me.


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ARS POTICA

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Que cada palabra lleve lo que dice.Que sea como el temblor que la sostiene.Que se mantenga como un latido.

No he de proferir adornada falsedad ni poner tintadudosa ni aadir brillos a lo que es.Esto me obliga a orme. Pero estamos aqu para decirverdad.Seamos reales.Quiero exactitudes aterradoras.Tiemblo cuando creo que me falsico. Debo llevar en

peso mis palabras. Me poseen tanto como yo a ellas.

Si no veo bien, dime t, t que me conoces, mimentira, selame la impostura, restrigame laestafa. Te lo agradecer, en serio. Enloquezco porcorresponderme.S mi ojo, esprame en la noche y divsame,escrtame, sacdeme.


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NDICE

1. 92. 113. 134. 155. 17

6. 197. 218. 239. 2510. 2911. 3112. 3313. 35

14. 3715. 3916. 4117. 4318. 4519. 4720. 4921. 5122. 5323. 55REALIDAD

24. 5925. 6126. 6327. 65

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