El dolor se estampa cual meteoro y me arranca un cráter. Analizo el espacio yermo, y examino el escozor como una turista lunar. Si sabes por qué te duele, sabrás cómo gozar de nuevo.
"La supervivencia, amor entre mujeres"
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Si el deseo tuviera forma,sería la tuya desnuda bajo mis manos.
Sería tu risa ronca cuando te muerdo el labio inferior sin permiso
sería el calor que sub...
Homecoming
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or, What I Did on My Eight-Year Summer Vacation One of the hazards of
writing about yourself is that you feel you owe it to your readers to
continue to be ...
It is only a matter of time
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On September 12th of 2011, the *New York Times* published an article by Dr.
Abigail Zuger in which she criticised certain supposedly unrealistic
aspects ...
Bathrooms, intimacy, and public space
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Historically, the bathroom has been more than a place for bathing and
hygiene. It plays a critical role in queer history, public space and
intimacy, blurri...
On politics without vision [updated]
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Politics in our age is not defined by leadership or intelligence, but by
bumbling incompetence. It's my default interpretation for why it goes wrong
so oft...
SAVE THE DATE
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This 1929 Remington No.3 went to a very happy lady!
Unbelievably, I had two of these for sale last month.
I had four of these Clippers to sell...
travestis rj
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Op TS ~ Manchester, United Kingdom ~ Featured Pro ~ BirchPlace
To the layperson - these two creatures are on and the same and by some
definitions - that’...
BEN AND THE ZOMBIES EPISODE 1
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int. living room, day
BEN lifts up the window blinds, looking outside.
Ben
(muttered)
It's a bad day for frozen food.
MOTHER walks out of the kitchen, reu...
POETAS DE LENGUA INGLESA
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*A*
Harold Acton // Fleur Adcock // Joseph Addison // Conrad Aiken // Mark
Akenside //
Richard Aldington // Pamela Alexander // Archie Randolph Ammons // Ma...
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