Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
defending body
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
Conceited euphoria, foolish carelessness or the will to harm lead to the same result: the endangerment of a fragile tension like the tenuous thread of life.
I only create the sadistic setting of a sort of 'for Hate' party, so that I can play, sing and dance quietly in my corner.
My hatred, healthy and simple, pure and shining like a shard of glass in the sun, for the opponents and detractors of marriage for all.
What is my intelligence today? How is it modified, shaped daily, stimulated by my time?
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
Yes, since childhood, rape is life, but life is also what we want to do with it so that our symbolic parents become ghosts.
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
Contempt of the flag is now punishable by a fine of 1,500 euros following a decree of the Ministry of Justice published in July 2010 in the JO.