Tuesday, April 6, 2010

False Implantation Bleeding

Catherine Gonzalez



cited by: Alicia

Preza


mentions: Darío Díaz


Anahí Achucarro
Washington Dagnino


bio / biblio:

born November 22, 1980. Study in medical school graduating MD in 2009. Since his teens, attended the writing workshop of Professor Alicia Languenhin. Following the literary workshop of Professor Lauro Marauder. He has participated in several meetings and literary cafés. Regularly attends the literary circles of the group "Blue Feather" created in 2005 by writers Alicia Preza and Leonardo de Mello. He works in drama in 2009 in the "Visions" poetry scene in tribute to the Uruguayan poet Marosa Di Giorgio.


poems


skinny were your legs were skinny

your legs
disorders of the universe.
walked on the overdue

saltpeter and honeysuckle.
The night was drinking
by the lover of your legs.
His brown eyes were falling

territory improper in your lap.

crooked on the walls shone
portraits;
dirt on their faces.
An endless rocking of goodness

illustrated painting.

The thinness of your legs.
incense meat.
distortion during
gentle man, who in his lap
could take away, the tremulous

thousand flowers garden gray.


disorder

Rejoined.
Her voice lowered Volume
an envelope, I doubt
close twice.
The cup of coffee poured on the floor;
a thirty-degree turn to right.
Falling on the cloth, cigarette butts, dry erase
, disorder.

His hands were crossed
Nothing stopped the fall
Quito floor, ceramics
intact.

And nothing could be done with the disorder. Just look


look. That dark spot


as identical to the others. And the pictures

Handles
ruined by dust. Volume


the
pressed his lips on the role
I leave on the table.
He went away,
opened the doors.

disorder took hold of his legs to bend

gnaw.
And nothing could be done. Only

look, look.


Snail Venom

You watch this petal
her slender waist tapering

at your fingertips. One or two folds

his naked torso
uneven. You watch the rose


their daughters go
opening their throats.
The introitus of the doubt.
the seniority of the garden. The tentacles anonymous

not define you.


Behind the thistles in the
darker ground, lie some
bodies, the insects will ensure
their butchers. You watch


daffodils.
corrugated Joys. The loquat diverted

the zenith
You'll dragging a thin moisture

take your shadow.



You watch a tiny pearl pearl

that smells so delicious smells
This tiny pearl
devour so minutely.
And I will drink as
fall to the floor.




I see Your eyes fell from the height of your face,
opaque veils were my fingers knew
not hold your jump.
Your eyes fell from the asymmetry
of your thoughts, to the custom. Fist
the moment you drink
fermentations of your pores. Your eyes met
the
indigo, a step,
with bone exeresis
stumbled with the shoal,
with rooms numbered
with thrushes, with the automatic bullets and nymphs
postpartum spherical barrel. Your eyes
des "ojados" without certainties
corneas without precise
unforgivable. Your eyes open
:
see me.


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