Aire soy, abre ya. Lo anulé. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo sería. Otra pasó, nos apartó. Aire soy. Ella caló lo sedado; toda la soledad es él. Una ola, yerba yo sería.

Adán a la manada sobornó. Sí hay DNA. Sea con amparo o rap, mano: caes. Andy: ¡ahí son robos! Adán ama la nada.

Adán a la manada sobornó. Como caro dan: erra; barre, perra barrenadora: como con robos, Adán ama la nada.

Aire soy, abre ya. Lo anulé. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo sería. Otra pasó, nos apartó. Aire soy. Ella caló lo sedado; toda la soledad es él. Una ola, yerba yo sería.

Aire soy, abre y ya. Lo anulé. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo sería. Otra pasó, nos apartó. Aire soy. Ella caló lo sedado; toda la soledad es él. Una ola, yerba yo sería

SOLOS Sola, atrapada, de lo salada, ese día caí. Deseada, la soledad aparta a los solos.

Aire soy, abre y ya. Lo anulé. Seda de lo salado, toda de sol, o la calle yo sería. Otra pasó, nos apartó. Aire soy. Ella caló lo sedado; toda la soledad es él. Una ola, yerba yo sería

Revés, reveses él obra, reseco, no caído, ve un nuevo reparo llorar, o ve un árbol en ocaso. Mi mal, arena y arrayán, era la mimosa, con él obra. Nuevo, raro llora, pero ve un nuevo día, conoce. Ser árbol es ese verse ver.

Los solitarios somos el espacio entre las formas.

¿Yo sería yo? Vi voces. El amor o mar. ¡Adiós, ola! Lo solo soy, sola luna. ¡Ola, Sol! La sed de sal lo saló. ¡Hola, luna! ¡Ola, sol! La sed de sal lo saló. ¡Anúlalo! ¡Hola, sol! La sed de sal lo saló. ¡Anúlalos! Yo sólo sola, los oí dar amor o males. Eco vivo y aire soy.

Alba helada, luz azul aledaña. Añade la luz azul alada; la luz azul al aire salía, bajaba y soñó tonos: soñado ocre, caos, eso acercó o daños: son otoños. Ya baja, baila seria la luz azul alada, la luz azul aledaña. Añade la luz azulada, le habla.

STAR We fall apart, rotten, as a net to revolt. Solemn, I spill a poem: red nudes are mired roses or red nudes, unused under roses' order. I´m erased under me. Opal lips, in me lost love, rotten as a net to revolt or trap all: a few rats.

Sun as I: no sin: unisons are deified. never evened dust’s all Infinite rifts all Lined dust, solemn in me. Losses send star; a carat; sadnesses; solemn, in me lost. Sudden, ill: last fire, tin, if nil: last sudden, ever even deified eras; no sin: unison is an us.

Anulada con el Popo pleno, cada luna.

TIDES I revolt, I fall. I was drawn. In me lost is a flower. I fall apart & trap all: a fire wolf, as it; solemn, inwards, a will. A fit love rised it.

GARDEN I’m a flower. I fall as a late petal, as a net to revolt or flow; a red nude rose, so red under a wolf; rot love, rotten as a late petal, as all: a fire wolf, a mined rag.

TRAP ALL A few trap all: a few. Sun, in us, as a trap; in a made mantra, a path gilded all. I, venal, a riverine poem; still ill, it’s me: open ire, viral, “an evil laded light”, a part named a man. I part as a sun in us. We fall apart, we fall apart.

fire and rain | long walk home

INTERSTELLAR WILD (Anagrams) We speak of the interstellar wild like we aren’t part of it. She dwells in we who still sparkle—a fettered, skeletal star. We flow in her tepid earth, like weeds, patterns of will personified. We talk, shatter well— written like Death’s pale flowers.

Sun is alive. We, faded day, a day, no benign, its hot, sudden ruby, away, as a sun in us, awarded a cradle. Him I held: arcaded, raw, a sun in us, a say away, burned dust Oh sting in ebony a day added a few evil, as in us.

En venta 150 x 110 x 5 cm #artforsale #mixedmeduaoncanvas

La Merlina original.

Raw, not solemn odes are dew angels. I’m raw as mirrored nets; it is a party met on me. Open one poem, note my trap as it is tender, or rims a warm isle, gnawed, erased on me, lost on war.

a poem merely memory

PARTS A last fire rises solemn. I was it: ill, last fir; tinier. I, faded light, obsess. End: as we fade, if I deemed a rape, he parade me; edified a few sadnesses. Both gilded. A fire in it rifts all. Lit, I saw in me losses ire, rifts, a last rap

Still, I waded. A rape he paraded, a few… Still I was all: a wall, its rafts. A last fire rlses solemn. I’ll, as I go, fade. I died. I saw a side. I died. A fog is all in me: losses, ire, rifts A last far still A wall as a will it’s We faded. A rape he paraded. A will it’s.

PARTS A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last rap.

Still, I waded. A rape he paraded, a few… Still I was all: a wall, its rafts. A last fire rlses solemn. I’ll, as I go, fade. I died. I saw a side. I died. A fog is all in me: losses, ire, rifts A last far still A wall as a will it’s We faded. A rape he paraded. A will it’s.

Ey, bye:

PARTS A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last rap.

Sun is eld, demerits. A last fire rises solemn; —I still am small, it’s in me. Losses, ire, rifts; a last ire meddles in us.

Llorando youtu.be/vI8c3eSIkQY?... #DavidLynch

As “reverse es reversa”, “Is a sea lost in its ola?” es así: as reverse es reversa.

“Intuition is the key to everything, in painting, filmmaking, business - everything. I think you could have an intellectual ability, but if you can sharpen your intuition, which they say is emotion and intellect joining together, then a knowingness occurs” David Lynch

Ayer vendí estos 4 cuadros para una oficina. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

sleepless all night the cranes alight stealing

Rats all across: end as sadness, or call a star.

Año terso no será. Es edad, una sola los anuda. Desear, eso nos retoña.

Rats all across: end as sadness, or call a star.

Año terso no será. Es edad, una sola los anuda. Desear, eso nos retoña.

Yo sol e Ícaro, raro: dejé tejida la seria soledad, esa seda de los aires; raro llora. Raro cielo, sol e Ícaro dejé tal aire; soy aire hada nací: Penélope, drama de sal. Sol e Ícaro, llora cielos. A su heroína regresa, ¿ríe o rehusa?, sería solo sol. Odiseo, Dios era, mares, la sal, osadía de sed…

Spill a poem, sat solemn. I was ill, I was tied under siege. Lit roses or a rose sortilege is red, nude, it’s a will I saw in me, lost as me: opal lips.

🎵TELL A RIVER Never evens, ill, a fog is all: a cosy away. All lied. A fog is all, in me lost; I, a buoy, fire, viral. Let´s send a song, no sadness. Tell a river: “if you bait, solemn, I´ll, as I go, fade. I´ll lay away, so call as I go. Fall is never even.

Sun rays send, as a sun, a sun. I spill a poem, sat solemn. I was ill; I was tied under siege. Lit roses or a rose sortilege is red, nude, it’s a will I saw in me lost, as me; opal lips in us, an us. A sadness yarn us.

🎵TELL A RIVER Never evens, ill, a fog is all: a cosy away. All lied. A fog is all, in me lost; I, a buoy, fire, viral. Let´s send a song, no sadness. Tell a river: “if you bait, solemn, I´ll, as I go, fade. I´ll lay away, so call as I go. Fall is never even.

Red rose sorrow, or rose lapsus: Meet, see here: he; my buoy, sad as you by me. Here he esteems us, pale sorrow or roses order.

No omen of Orion, mid a dim noir of one Moon. #palindrome