"Sew the edges of the wound, I? "I can?
Is it due? Have I been?
stitches and suffering, aching, crudely
sniffing like a dog oh lord, oh lord his feet with that leg tied
amputated, anesthetized, bent leg
Or am I? "Ando? putting stilettos in the thigh
to blaze
for dump making
Mane milky
dust in the branches by extending, stretching
Do not mind me, Morenito,
do not do well, so prominent and dreadful wound which cleaves
penetration of the executioner during the act of torture
during the hour of pain, heat
of suffocation moans helplessly as a powerful
under that mass of tissue
arbitrary as bandits shot through by the chirps
I want then? Do I want then? Then?
Do I suck? "Suck?
other breast that hurt, bled the severed leg
with the knife in the buttocks walking
ah well, which burst swift
magical mountains of garbage, bright
"be alert? What now, today?
which mare lying drunk
which
pitch which sow cow animal, animal
Do not mind me, Moreno. Fragments
leg wound Perlongher Nestor.
