Anthology of Chinoy

To a reason

When he didn't come, he appeared, with a 'you're leaving' he abandoned me.

She who played alone taught me the place.

Voices of flower every once in a while if I caught her just the other way.
And although it removes the delay, it always came out standing.
From not leaving came the goodbye, ahead the thirst behind the water,
boiled.
If I show you my hand, you ask for the other shore, life is a thorn.
What tickles me, if you don't come, it pierced through me like a sparrow that
was caged.
The hour becomes tough if it has arrived.
I saw her pass as she left, we didn't talk but she danced ballet.
Leave a step in memory in case I don't see you again,
Not leaving was born the farewell behind my back a round of applause beyond the fall,
Whirlwinds of hugs, tears behind the scenes,
Life is a thorn that tickles me,
From not leaving, a goodbye was born; a shooting star is left behind the curtain.
If you never arrive, welcome it.
Life is a thorn that tickles me,
Where are you taking me with whom I go
Where are you going with whom I am going?
Where are you taking me with whom I'm going.

Heart

Passing the time

I arrived in China
I am a loose dog
For the backpack
Sing from within
From the foot at the top
I give my concert
On every corner
Wind area
Of living flesh
Moment's flower
In the pupil
Today if I get lost
I go up from above
I pay rent
Weather by weather
No no no heart
Piece of my life out of control
No no no heart
Piece of my life out of control
I tell my tale
Without offices
Giving you my breath
With the speakers
I swear I love you
Girl Maria
I made another roof
Like a girl
Callus and cement
Lightning and thunder

I have, I do not have

Put the batteries in
Traveling to the center
By the shores
Sad and happy
I return to Placilla
No no no heart
Piece of my life out of control
No no no sweetheart
Piece of my life out of control
No no no heart
Piece of my life out of control
No no no sweetheart
Piece of my life out of control

Klara

Clara give me a kiss

In bed
Ours is the whole morning (x2)

Outside, lamenting the earthquake

The mentalized city
The news of the plague
The rules killing the rhythm

The laws with their sadism

Machine bolts
Tired brides of rage
Saints of skepticism

With the shovel the pessimism

That the face is expensive
That even the shadow without desire
That the wait towards the abyss

What Marxism, what fascism

What a bloody joke
Like the dromedary's back
That the shot towards himself

Clara give me a kiss

In bed
Our whole morning

Inside no idiom
The totalitarian meat
The shores of the lady
Where I exist in almost everything

The photos of optimism

The smiles of an achievement
You take out the eye boogers for me.

The crumbs where I paint

The mouth of the cleanest

That is out of line
The two of them making a bed
What I have not seen while awake

What trapeze mattress

That the door is well closed
May the supportive language
By killing selfishness

Clara, give me a kiss

In bed
Our is all morning.

Laughing to avoid crying

Today I have one more day

to reach up to one hundred thousand
I touch the sun
with penal mitigation.

Too much money for bread

ivory smile
I do my mass
at the bar of a bar.

All the festival days

beyond good and evil
you and I, two of a kind
loose in the garden
laughing to avoid crying.

Today peace will come

the root will sprout
the embryo will come out drunk
the yin and the yang.

The other vowel is heard

world will be the country
we will have a party
nuclear.

Every holiday
beyond good and evil
you and I are two of a kind
loose in the garden
laughing to avoid crying.

you and I are made for each other

loose in the garden

laughing to avoid crying.

you and I are made for each other

loose in the garden

laughing to avoid crying.

Of clay

When I look into your wet eyes

I place at your feet my hermit's lantern and I
of clay of clay of clay

I see your face mirrored in my face.

I let the hands of my hand and I emerge.
of clay of clay of clay

of clay this heart continued

to the background and the dust that passes by my side

When I look at you, your wild kiss.

I let everything that has been breathed pass by and I

of clay of clay of clay

I touch the curve of the expected time

I let the clothes of the past fall and I
of clay of clay of clay
of clay this enamored terror
trampled in the middle of the sowed ground

and while everything happens

and everything is made nothing

it peeks through the pores

the mud like lava

and while everything happens

and everything is done nothing

it peeks through the pores

the clay like lava.

Is the feeling quick?

He was a dog and a good thief
From trash suitcase
The tail as a suspensor
He barked at the mannequins
It was hard to crack.
But hummingbird center
A flea in the heart
To see what it was to say

That everyone is right.

If it is about smiling
Let the light have no pattern
And the doubt goes to sleep.

This cat without a belt

Without tomorrow or first aid kit

A claw of vocation
Like lightning through each ring
It was a time of little sun
I woke up early to sleep.
I dreamed that I became a mouse
To see what it was to say

May the moment teach us a lesson.

Anyone who wants to can leave.
That there is no better comfort
He who dies to live

And it's quick the feeling that doesn't tie feelings.

And everything stays alive, when it travels what I let go
And the sounds change because the wind distorts
And I listen closely if they shout what I feel.
That alley dog
Tenant of a thousand ceilings
Share the same gift
Everyone to go out
They were donkeys with no more control.
The two judges of the nose
The most dog-like one was drinking rum.
And the biggest cat his vodka gin

What drunks were making a script

I spoke in Mandarin Chinese
And one to another they were a mess
That they wanted to follow the moon

And it's fast, the feeling that doesn't tie emotions.

And everything remains alive, when what I let go travels.
And the sounds change because the wind is deformed.
And I listen closely, if they shout what I feel. (x2)

Sing

With the flame at the surface of the skin

the sun rising backwards

and a landscape towards oblivion.

We pass to the one who left.

I was jumping on one foot
in the middle of what was swept.

I only know that I know nothing.

I only know that I know nothing!

I ran all around me

and in the cold I found warmth.
I only know that I know nothing!

With the help of a paper

he put me on a platform
where the voids depart
I filled the rattle with air
I touched my temple with the temple
jump over a cloud of wine.

I only know that I know nothing,

I only know that I know nothing!

I ran all around me

and in the cold I found warmth.
I only know that I know nothing!

Between a want and a don't know

the centipede flew out
to the neighbors' garden
with a heart of honey
and a breath with tablecloth
filling the whole way.

I only know that I know nothing,

I only know that I know nothing!

I ran all around me

and in the cold I found warmth.
I only know that I know nothing!

I searched for you in the seas,

I looked for you in the land,
no one has seen you
and you fill it all.

Course of life,
tired illusion,
In which town do you reside?
And what is your name?

Keep walking without seeing the way!

cry for what has passed and what has not been lived.

Keep walking without seeing the path!

to cry for the past and the unspent.

with the same cry,

with the same cry,
with the same cry,
with the same cry.

Valpolicella

From the shining port, a dog seems to speak,

the square is a nest, the holes can see.
The whistle is released, it sticks to the mural
He who is lost will liven up the festival.
Hard bread in the castle, ghost of radio wave,
nights with a pestle, smoke that makes me fly
under the dresses above the mental donkey,
word of cricket, princess of window,
princess of the window.
Port of flames, of the hustle, of the red cloud,
I go up on the way down, you see what you see, you see what you see
it is seen what is seen.

From the port plus one brain with wine and bread
adult cats do not allow themselves to be greeted
elevator of scares, monthly dark circles track
pension to your liking, naval hero fish tank.
Waitress of the world under the nasal table,
ride on the jumbo, caught during carnival.
I stand up and I sink, horn and somersault
penalty in a second, apple in the jugular,
apple in the jugular.

Port of the mañas, of the puna, of the cane perched

I dive down, you see what you see, you see what you see
you can see what can be seen, today, today, today, today, today...

From Monday to Monday, converse standing up face to face.

He who does not get bored practices the reverse jump.
from the mountain in the clouds gets tangled with the wall
the street slips away, the eyes seem three
Either you go down or you go up, the doubt is a fish tail.
Let the night fast for a minute each month
May the thieves last, may the batteries have faith.
that the cold does not wrinkle the eyes on the paper,
the eyes on the paper.

Port of stripes, of the route, of the tangled ladder

I get on the bus stop, you see what you see, you see what you see
it shows what is seen,
port of mañas of the puna of the cana perched
I am going into a nosedive, you see what you see, you see what you see
it shows what can be seen: today, today, today, today, today...

I fight with the tab, here is where I want to stay,

Joining the nets, making little bread balls.
Spider bite, looking for a pension with a hive,
out of the line, inside the spring of the dive jump,
inside the somersault, inside the somersault of the somersault,
inside the somersault: today.

Step by step

In the past, you talk to me about a worn-out sky.

in the past, there is nowhere to put the coffin
the past, what is coming has already happened
the past is the health of the dead
past, is the look of the fish
past, the flowers in a trunk
past, it is the delayed delivery
past, the applause on my cross.

Past, the oldest of the brave

Look at him, his teeth are falling out.

The arm's guitar

the mornings of dark circles
a cloud in the glass
kisses to die

One hour late

They let me know just in case.
the pearl without work
even if you want to come

Comet of the heel

shortcuts street
trip to the full moon
souvenir eyes

Saint to scribbles
made among sweet potatoes
I am leaving again in a little while.
the pig is going to give birth

Come life with its arteries

filled with patches to continue
the flower sprouting from the sidewalk
the step by step to break

Come life with its arteries

filled with patches to continue
the flower blooming from the sidewalk
the step by step, today

The Frog Princess

my grandmother's hands
clown's tears
fall to rise

the homeland my shoes

laughter a flag
put the kettle on
and a bouquet in the nose

to the sound of gunshots

candle after candle
downpour of phlegm
flies for the feast

a parade of helmets
the vine falls
bring me a ladder
to go to sleep.

Come life with its arteries

full of patches to continue
the flower sprouting from the sidewalk
the step by step to part

Come life with its arteries

full of patches to continue
the flower blooming from the sidewalk
the step by step ... today

to spill

When the animal feels

To the moon alone and without any coyote
Hurry up to bark
My thick wall, it hurts the neck.

The stars are not spots,

the gaze cannot be ironed
I want bread
Give me the widest street,
that which grows with the march
I am the bread.

When does the animal know

That the summit above is unknown without descending
The metal soul comes out
Cut the fear, it gives the shame its good neckline.

Run the long smile,

the voice up the sleeve
All the bread
The truth danced bamba,
that everything changes
I am the bread.

New marginal march

Paddle behind the sun
This dead man who bet
Now I look like I do.

This wound was from crying

That well that lit up
You blink even more here
Now I look like me.

Derramaaaar
Those stained tears
Derramaaaar
The sun spills over.

Derramaaaar
Those tear-stained tears
Derramaaaar
The sun spills over.

We learned how to play

Between the ortgas and the sermon
The breeze that tuned in
Now I look like me.

This wound was from crying

That well that illuminated
You blink even more here
Now I look like me.

Derramaaaar,
those blown tears
Derramaaaar,
the sun spills

Derramaaaar,
those stained tears
Derramaaaar,
the sun overturns.

Let the dragons fly out

A natural violence
between the hard and the ripe,
comes back more beautiful than anyone
with an original idea.

Miss Freedom
falling in love with famines,
her rebellion in a cradle
the milk wants to spill.

It's time to leave consciousness

to be air in the worldly disaster,
let the dragons fly again
to burn the historical indecency.

The dead that science brought without seeing

the dry ground of social comfort,
the bomb hidden in normal life
the fear in the midst of all the celebrations.

From the elemental laughter

the figure is reinforced
of the saints of madness,
the earthly little soul.

Songs to not cry,

lessons for bravery,
what rhymes with total tenderness
when is the time of the final.

It's time to leave consciousness,

be a tree in the suburban street,
let the children be born to dream
life without a bastard or penance.

Let us leave laughter as a legacy,

the desire as a cerebral feat,
let the heart of the animal return
to extract this violence from the soul.

From the vision of what is normal

raise the sea to the moon,
the day starts like a tuna
the child is a universal son.

Better let's change the modal

let's show all the censures,
below the waist
Christ wants to be celebrated
from the seed sower
there is no doubt anymore,
that if death is certain
life wants to live more.

That the cutting society

What do you believe lasts forever?
the butterfly was a caterpillar,
It lets itself fly in the air.

It is time to leave consciousness,

be air in the worldly disaster,
let the dragons fly out
to burn the historical indecency.

The dead brought without seeing science,

the dry ground of social comfort,
the hidden bomb in normal life,
the fear amidst all the celebrations.

It is time to leave consciousness

to be a suburban street tree,
let the children be born to dream
life without jerk or penance.

Let us leave laughter as a legacy

the desire as a cerebral feat,
let the heart of the animal return
to remove this violence from the soul.