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    Cerbero 

    Y sin el ternario tridente ni el paracaídas, Diana.

     
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    tres 

    —Sí, pero ¿lo evidente es siempre falso?
    —No, lo evidente simplemente no resuelve el caso, mejor dicho, los casos…

     
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    tridente 

     
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    Venus 

    Mi querida Venus, no sólo le obligaré a aprehender todos los símbolos, también le obligaré a revisitarlos continuamente.

     
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    Wotan 

    Y aquel día por fin encontré Wotan.

     
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    Cazador maldito 

    Hubiera buscado entre las aguas, pero el cazador estaba bajo la protección de Diana. ¿Quién tenía necesidad del Graal ahora? Es el problema de las identificaciones siempre se acaba en la nave de los locos.

     
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    Tres 

    Arquitectura, Carro, Diana, Formas, Números, Ojo

    A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
    A daring baron pockets precious Mings
    A piercing wit would sprightliest horses flog
    A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
    And lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
    And let you off from your opinions glum
    And loudly sang off-key without a tone
    And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
    And starve the snivelling baby like a dog
    And yet ‘twas he the beggar Fate just flings
    As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
    At five precisely out went La Marquise
    Bard I adore your endless monologue
    But I can understand you Brother Gog
    Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb?
    Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
    Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
    ‘Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
    Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
    Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
    For burning bushes never fish forgave
    For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
    Fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
    From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
    He bent right down and well what did he seize
    Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
    He’s gone to London how the echo rings
    His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
    His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
    His toga rumpled high above his knees
    How it surprised us pale grey underlings
    In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
    In purest cradles tha’s how they behave
    In salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
    It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
    It’s one of many horrid happenings
    Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
    Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
    Normal one aims to be and share the throne
    Nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling save
    O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
    Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
    Old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
    Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
    On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
    One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
    One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
    One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
    Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
    Platonic Greece was not so talentless
    Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
    Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
    Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
    Rejecting ermine to become a knave
    Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
    Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
    Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
    Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
    Soliloquies predict great things old chum
    Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
    Such merchandise a melancholy brings
    Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
    That every verbal shock aims to deprave
    That horde of crooks felt they’d more right to own
    That suede ferments is not at all well known
    The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
    The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
    The colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
    The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
    The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
    The fertile mother changelings drop like kings
    The geneologist with field and fess
    The leaning linguist cameramaniac sings
    The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
    The nicest kids for stickiest toffees crave
    The peasant’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
    The roundabout eats profits made on swings
    The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
    The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
    The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
    The Turks said just take anything you please
    The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
    They both are right not untamed mutterings
    Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
    Th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
    Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
    Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
    To break a rule Brittania’s might might waive
    To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
    To prove mamma an adult with a tress
    Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
    Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
    Watching manure and compost coalesce
    We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
    Were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
    What things we did we went the whold darned hog
    When dried the terrapin can naught express
    When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
    When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
    When one with t’other straightaway agrees
    Where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
    While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
    While sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
    Whiskey will always wake an Irish hog
    With cherry pips his cottage floor is sown
    With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
    With quill white-collared through his life will jog
    Yet from the City’s pie pulled out not one plum

     
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    Venus 

    Venus, Venus… La conocí en mi primera visita al Olimpo. Ojalá y no la hubiera conocido jamás. Su belleza era tan irrefrenable para los instintos como la necesidad de alas para los pájaros. Ceñía, como único vestido, un voluptuoso cinturón confeccionado con plumas de cisne que resaltaba su indefinible pero sicalíptico color de piel. Oh, quién sufriera su correspondencia con la misma intensidad que yo sentía su indomable atractivo. Comparada con ella Diana era una vulgar campesina entre todos los dioses, especialmente los dioses planetarios. Oh, aquella golondrina de brumoso cuerpo, cinturón níveo y labios encendidos. Aplasté mi gorro frigio entre mis nudillos para poder refrenar mis atávicos deseos…

     
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      I knew in my first visit the Mount Olympus. Hopefully and it had never known it. Its beauty was so irrefrenable for the instincts as the necessity of wings for the birds. It fitted, like only dress, a voluptuoso belt made with swan pens that emphasized its indefinable but sicalíptico color of skin. Oh, who underwent its correspondence with the same intensity that I felt his indomitable attractiveness. Compared with her Morning call she was a vulgar farmer between all the Gods, specially the planetary Gods. Oh, that wanderer of foggy body, níveo belt and ignited lips. I squashed my cap frigio between my knuckles to be able to check my atavic nerves graphical Great Priest Heráldicos symbols lamp moon metals pink music planets quinario bronze human face septenario Taurus temple zigurat summer Symbols Window allegories

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    Venus Venus La conocí en mi primera visita… 

    Venus, Venus… La conocí en mi primera visita al Olimpo. Ojalá y no la hubiera conocido jamás. Su belleza era tan irrefrenable para los instintos como la necesidad de alas para los pájaros. Ceñía, como único vestido, un voluptuoso cinturón confeccionado con plumas de cisne que resaltaba su indefinible pero sicalíptico color de piel. Oh, quién sufriera su correspondencia con la misma intensidad que yo sentía su indomable atractivo. Comparada con ella Diana era una vulgar campesina entre todos los dioses, especialmente los dioses planetarios. Oh, aquella golondrina de brumoso cuerpo, cinturón níveo y labios encendidos. Aplasté mi gorro frigio entre mis nudillos para poder refrenar mis atávicos deseos…

     
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      I knew in my first visit the Mount Olympus. Hopefully and it had never known it. Its beauty was so irrefrenable for the instincts as the necessity of wings for the birds. It fitted, like only dress, a voluptuoso belt made with swan pens that emphasized its indefinable but sicalíptico color of skin. Oh, who underwent its correspondence with the same intensity that I felt his indomitable attractiveness. Compared with her Morning call she was a vulgar farmer between all the Gods, specially the planetary Gods. Oh, that wanderer of foggy body, níveo belt and ignited lips. I squashed my cap frigio between my knuckles to be able to check my atavic nerves graphical Great Priest Heráldicos symbols lamp moon metals pink music planets quinario bronze human face septenario Taurus temple zigurat summer Symbols Window allegories

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