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	<title>byronever :: The poetry of Byron Gonzalez ::: Nicaragua, Canada Ideas and Poems</title>
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		<title>YOUR EYES</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:52:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A couple of jaguars
laying
in the summer
of your skin.
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		<title>Caresses</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 06:09:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Caresses

“And between us and it, the thunder…”
 D. H. Lawrence 
 
 
 
 
I
 
 
I breathe you
and from the blackberry tree
a commotion of butterflies
announce the cabbala of your dreams
 
II
 
There is a breeze arising from
the centre
of your body
an iconoclast fleurette.
A simple touch.
A simple touch of a 
light aestival day.
 
III
 
I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>WREN&#8217;S ARIA</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 05:08:23 +0000</pubDate>
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                                                                                                                                                  “Give birth again
                                                                                                       to the dream.”
 
                                                                                                                  On the pulse of morning
                                                                                                                        Maya Angelou
 
                                                                                             To: Fenske’s

Loud love
Perpendicular
The midday touch
Secuent zenith
Its is history
Simple seed
Simple song
Memoirs of piano
And 
Solo voice
Chorus
The plural pronouns

Fiercely
The lyric
Letter by letter
Word by word
We
Sing
And 
We sung
And 
Still
Around 
The seed
The proveb true:
As the roots 
Are
You will know the tree

Andantino-allegro vivo
Andantino sostenuto
Piu andante
Open your eyes
Sleeping beauty
Voiceful grow
Young [...]]]></description>
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		<title>OFFICIAL NOTES</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:12:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
 
 
Let clarify and define 
the borders
allow me to punctuate the i.
 
First of all, accept
the thunder.
Let recognize the lightning
through the night:
 
It is out of discussion the intolerant need
of a solitary shoulder
where tears may rest.
Words has been my world
and will be.
The fusion of their passion,
the clairvoyant tour describing
the texture of the skin;
the lonely [...]]]></description>
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		<title>LOVER</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:32:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is but no eye that ours,
clandestine,
definitive escape.
Silent sibyl syllabify situations,
sycophant of routine, routine you your self...]]></description>
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		<title>BIRTH</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 17:30:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dew
over
the nipples.
Lips
over
the pistils.
There is no frontier
just
the conspiracy
of
this eruptive pleasure.
Byron González
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		<title>MUSIC</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:16:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The desire grows up between, slowly and tender.
Experts knowing the field, we began to build the words.
We perfectly were aware of the horizons of the nails.
We discover that desire is not a palliative,
 is a response,
a state of knowledge...]]></description>
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		<title>SIN</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:09:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Night, it is already night.]]></description>
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