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(Drag Queen, Maurice Roze)

Nobody ever understood this creature from the dark fable
world disappear as if by day and lit at night bathed of torment, anguish of love dangling his deranged in the melancholy of rum.
Nobody ever understood the gleam of his smile covered nocturnal bird of God, purchased with his brief sentence the abyss of his soul, hiding at night sissy virile charm that is consistent nature of day.
had some pain in his madness each sample, the smile that drew every night with lipstick and tell the world in the guise of Queen dream, all the advantages gained from time to not give them the opportunity to cry, dreaming each step the path of its history of violence and condensed sucked all the sorrows of the world.

was the queen of cabaret, the surviving only in the glare of sequins to the night he saw, and plowing through the smoke and cheap perfume focused his eyes on the look of a man who left her breathless and so for a long time without knowing why, he said that look, the dreamer said, as if he ventured the hypocrisy of his disdain, as if he was not accustomed to the vagaries of the night. And thirsting for love
believed his lips, stroke her smile with his long fingers used to the darkness and the darkness and felt the stale aroma of love long-awaited promise. He

order to port your attic, your poor sucucho stifling hot air of her perfume, clothes picked to dry on the line that ran through the room with the stealth and speed is amazing who intimidated by the misery of his haze, arranged her hair, nails and lips, and lit his eyes of a bitch in heat almost as carefully as he did at night was filled with necklaces and bracelets and sat down to wait in the window, sipping his wine, smiling bet your inner darkness, weaving future, entrenched against fate and staring at the horizon. And while waiting

began writing poetry as an omen to shed and sorcery of its existence, because writing was the only calm the anguish she beat, fighting the hours to avoid defeat in la espera el sueño nunca olvidado por años en su corazón.
Y continuó esperando ya sin saber por qué, aunque las horas pasaron y los días se contaminaron de ansiedad, porque le ilusionaba, porque veía en la espera del amor soñado el palpitante llamado a barrer con la suciedad de tantas noches de amoríos siniestros, de sueños de princesa al fin rescatada de su torre, de su existencia de pobre travesti concebido por las heces de su estirpe.

Nadie entendió nunca a esta criatura de fábula en la penumbra del mundo viviendo en el equívoco la tarde de mil esperas sin recompensa cuando decidió nunca mas volver a maquillarse, porque ya no cabía el color en los tintes desgastados de la mueca his mask and choking pain that will lock the blood.
Nobody ever understood this fabled creature in the shadows of the world until the end of twilight deafening, with patience and soul torn to pieces and holding on to memories as the last offering before rolling to the bottom lit a cigarette and sighed.