Una Constelación En Forma De Gato

A CONSTELLATION IN THE SHAPE OF CAT



ALEJANDRO RUIZ MENDOZA


BOOK ONE

FOREWORD: ADAM AND EVE WITH GUITARS

«Also I dreamed that I was a child of Red curls that lived on the streets of Tijuana. He swam in the puddles with my compa Fabs — who also became a girl-. You have fun with a bicycle. I liked linda Sen-tirme. And what I liked most was not to think about sex».

Ahandful of stars...

While he fell asleep dreaming of the remote paradise, a song on Latin of beautiful appearance, flirtatious, Virgin and fresh: came to my world of Ideas. In her arms, a book: "Vulgate". To the beat of your hips. Now she felt more attractive; you forgot when he was locked up in that book black and thick as torn leaves and tiny letters. Suddenly heard a guitar duo.

THE song inLATIN: I wrote a poem that marked the time. I dismantled it... I changed the lyrics for musical notes. That clock became a musical box.

In my universe glow 27 lyrics,
that you draw together
a constellation in the shape of a guitar;
and I write my lyric poems
How to write a staff.
Never I had fun I
with the birds, the bees and the flowers.
Away from the dense cold of the library,
away fromthe spacious vacuum there
between a bookseller.
Apart from their Windows,
Apart from its gardens
hanging library.
Here the Roses have tattooed
each : a lira,
but they are not dry
or exsanguination.
Here the music is not incarcerated
Cuadernos empautados
or dissected on staves.
Here the songs make them
Los cenzontles, bees.
A stone's throw away, looked at me playing a Fife, from footto Miriam. My guitar went cenzontles and nightingales. Miriam, of black curls like latin, scratched strings of his electric guitar in black and white.

MIRIAM: The tree of life, Juan, is not the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

I dreamed that there was a beach
exclusively for criminals.
My compass were inside,
they wanted you to enjoy me with them.
The only entry by era
apedestrian bridge.
But in the middle of the bridge
There was a door
had a device.
I was afraid to disarming the device
then maybe I would give
an electric shock.
Some urinals
There was a little door.
I opened the little door:
I found many manuals
of how to use the device.
I kept all those books in my backpack
thinking that I would read them in my house.
A friend phreak told me:
"If youcan't find the form
disable the device,
upload to the network a summary of each
one of those books
and we will help you."
A Sparrow stood at the head of Miriam and her lips drew a smile at the time which is sonrojaba, when with his beak gave him a flower that single handedly turned and turned its petals as a windmill propellers, producing a melody like a music box.

MIRIAM: I'm afraid gravity,John: when turning my car feel that gravity will crush to kill me. I am afraid the puppets because I think it is a dead person.

ME: My paternal cousin was lying next to me: "We sleep and dream that we have wings like angels," proposed it. Both close our eyes, and we become winged demons. We destroy the ceiling and fluttering. In the distance was leaving Sun. Three streets later: our energiesare finished and we fell on the roof of a House, we destroy it falling in the room, the mattress.

And I came back to say: "Let's sleep!". By closing our eyes we went to convert into flying demons: we plan through the streets, and suddenly turned into a House, in the room, the bed.

MIRIAM: I'm afraid the deformed Freak Show people...

The song in Latin was hidden among the bushes of berriesat the source, while Miriam accompanied me to the source. The hidden villages between the tropical jungle. The ruins of the stone bridges. Water filled the hollow of my guitar, my box of resonance. The women crossed canoes.

MIRIAM: I'm afraid the memories, John. Fear of dreams, the stars fear, fear of paradise, to watches. I'm afraid to open our eyes.

I: Fabs has phobia of music...

Green...