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the walkers

I'm the man who wanders. Met the gal who walks...
trampling the dust, sinking into the night...
I am sexual said the gal who walks,
I am a loner said the man who wanders.

Daring digesting digested dust.
drunk, skunk.
Push it push it push...
are you a pusher?...
no sexy... I am the man who walks...
I will use you-just do it
- walk home-
I want to walk onto you mountains.
Hold my hand,
let's walk until our skin, skunk, sunk,
dried dies...


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Anonymous said…
This piece is really cool,man! It kind of makes me recall one of my best friends (Rodrigo Arteaga) who is a great writer too. Both of you guys have the same style: both of you write with blood as Nietzsche used to say of those who really use language not so much to communicate but to express what lives and dies inside, deep inside.

Cheers!

ZHP
10:14 PM
Darko said…
mmm thanks!... i'm speechless... it took me two minutes to write it... after i met a gal and walked with her for about 4 miles. weird stuff thou.
2:35 AM
Jake said…
Hola!DArko...gracias por los comentarios...
El mapuche tiene también su encanto. Algunas frases y conceptos los aprendí cuando trabajé en el sur de la Argentina...por la patagonia con escuelas en comunidades barriales en las que había muchos niños/as cuyas familias eran curru wincas...o sea oscuro-blanco
una forma de autodenominarse mestizos.

te comparto una:
Amutuy pu peñi pu ñaña!

algo asi como:
vamos compañeros!
un decir de ánimo ante la adversidad. Literalmente es: "vamos hermano, hermana".

Abrazos
J
4:44 PM
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