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DRA MARIA

También lo creo, porque la última montaña tampoco la veo.

No me hiciste la corbata, que es la que quería que me hicieras.

¿El calentador no sirve?

La bomba si, mañana me toca poner a los muchachos a bañarse.

¿Esa chica dice grocerias?

¿Cómo duermes? Con las manos.

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TWO GEMINIS II.

I see clues in the prints. I hear that echo, that no. The photographs speak of an imperfect geometry. Serenity minus. The films speak of modernist architecture. Disbalance. The pixels scream in pain. Fumar destruye las arterias. I smoke so you don’t have to. We could have conquered that Island. Two faggy foreigners sharing one tongue. But we both went mad, or rather, I went mad in a violent manic manner and your soul fell into a void. Are you running like me? after me? from me? I see a ring for princes of former colonies. I see a pair of vestal virgins. I see a shared decade. My boy. Our fantasy. The fortunates ones. The ones we play in that film I think we watched. That's a commonality. I bet our hands look alike. Cusped upon each other, petals withering in a sealed glass.

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MONK

Epistrophy. Thelonious Monk begins to play. Then comes the sax and then the drums, and at last the bass.

He wears a hat and smokes a pipe, circling like a hunting lion.

Around about midnight. Lulu’s back in town, so waltz Evans, waltz.

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THE ARISTOCATS

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everyone wants to be a cat.

On the lap of some frail and wealthy owner. At the capital of some imperial state.

Eating only the finest of scraps. Sleeping on their master's mattress and dreaming of dancing mice.

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AUSTEN

It is fashionable to be naive.

High society values cluelessness.

There is a discreet charm in not knowing who one is.

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TAGHAZOUT

And I am reminded of the time that I was wounded by the sea. On an Arabian coast I drift, like a portuguese man of war my limbs linger through the ripples of the currents. Reaching Casablanca, civilization, I drift, along the coastline, watching Arab youths play football, reminding me of Aladdins- princes, all princes.

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