("Our current picture," 1942 David Alfaro Siqueiros) I give, I give to receive and ask all of you, ask the entire time
on in your soles,
the sound of your passions underground
ask as much as I give you both if I
give you the uncontrollable fury of my songs that you want
chord angry lover in dealing with my wings.
crazy I'll give my insights,
of those that arise when you drink
points each time I leave the lucidity to escape jets
to demand from you that analgesia of lines displayed in your paintings
where all the causes and effects
and I can see at a distance with the telescope of my astonishment. I'm giving my
life sentences, songs
my remote nebulae,
the flame of each of my
fires that continue to exist
must rise and dance and you want every drop pearl you
forehead in the heat your days dissolving
towing time and anxiety.
I will give you the sound of my waves, you
poet without the discipline of time,
give you my night breeze
embroidering each of my bright moments of divine inspiration and you
the bitter aroma of this gin to break night,
I will give this dance anesthesia
sad and secret pleasure you and forgive everything.
And I give you everything
to consume my days in this liturgy is
habits that will not give up your daily delivery
burning and walking on the margins of all delusions
Where condemn you to give me all the dreams of the world And I'll give you
the best flight propulsion
poetry of my opium Endless verses.
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