1. I dreamed I was a whiz kid and I slept with my professor of literature at the University of Pittsburgh. Never published, but everyone was talking about how good writing, presentations and invited me I had to pay me never whiskeys.
2. I dreamed that I slept with all the poets of Mexico.
3. I dreamed I was time to sleep with all the poets of Mexico.
4. I dreamed I left this note scheduled on Sunday, all fucking day, but I was wrong and one arose dated January 31, but I was not looking. Lluís Bosch dreamed and dreamed of leaving notes then scheduled for months but I died before and nobody noticed.
5. I dreamed I was making this post into three parts, plus a final. In the accompanying each of the three verses of the best poem of Cesarea Tinajero, I dreamed that in the quarter appeared together with the fifty-seven things that I dreamed, but I work too.
6. I dreamed of working less.
7. I dreamed I was in love, and this was no dream was a nightmare. I woke up immediately and I stopped dreaming. Beside me, someone asked "what's up, dogs bark?"
8. I dreamed that I was not afraid to cities and living in Paris. Montparnasse was a zombie party and Cortázar decided to swim across the Atlantic to return. He trained every evening on the Seine, under the watchful eye of one of my dogs while I read and read and read and ate oysters and drank champagne. He lived on a street full of bookshops, and sometimes a man taking a shower in my bathroom, I never dared to confess that he wished lined every page of every one of his books so the letters do not disappear under water.
9. I dreamed I had another dog and called him Buck.
10. I dreamed that I got drunk with Amadeo Salvatierra and he spent the mezcal to Koskenkorva and that made me happy.
11. Conrad dreamed I dreamed I dreamed of living alone and lonely because we live as we dream, alone, but I had to reach out to know that there was so and said "Fuck you, Conrad! Fuck you, Colonel Kurtz! Fuck you, Marlow!
Joaquin Font 12.Soñé let his beard grow until it reached the ground, and then cut her hair and I was knitting a scarf for cold García Madero not happen if I came to Lapland.
13. I dreamed Marstal sailors and bars of Newfoundland. I dreamed Marstal sailors in the bars of Newfoundland and remembered that I have never seen a Finnish prostitute.
16.Soñé Angelica Liddell was Cesarea Tinajero on stage.
23.Soñé with blood on the bed with semen in her hair, with the Le Club de Sant Lluís Fonteta reopened in Valencia. I dreamed that I bought in drug bathrooms Belano and Lima.
29. I dreamed that Laura's father committed suicide not Damiano. I dreamed that one had committed suicide and no one wanted to commit suicide and we all went to live in the madhouse with Joaquin.
30. I dreamed of Tintin in Tibet Tintin in the Congo, Tintin in the Land of the Soviets, with Titin in Adarraga saying goodbye to the ball and I in the stands throwing a gin and tonic on the head who was sitting underneath.
31. I dreamed we were detectives and wild. I dreamed that we were looking for Matilde Urbach and not met.
32.Soñé cured with cretins football comedy and literature. Had lost faith but wanted it back. The dreamed of searching for the tomb of the old Casale in the rubble of a devastated city. They erected a temple on the beach with chairs Cabanyal Orriols and no longer had the strength to more distant pilgrimages.
33. Auxilio Lacouture dreamed I stayed locked in the bathroom of the Library of Vic, but I was not alone.
37. Have dreamed of returning to nineteen and did not want to live, just browsing. Browse and bury sailors between the legs.
39. Divine Skin dreamed that sucked cocks in the Raval for ten euros.
40. I dreamed I was traveling by train to Valladolid. In the Esther station waiting for me and gave me a big hug, "long time no see!".
44. I dreamed I shot a bear, but did not kill and he killed one of my bitches. I dreamed of chasing blue bears in the woods with black bears eating Louis, green bears coming through the window. I dreamed that I got a new shotgun.
45. I dreamed I was my boss who fell into the hole in the ice that I killed myself from the sky and looked at him and say That you jodaaaan, jodaaaan you!. He also brought him flowers.
49. I dreamed that I embarked on the Isobel with Arthur. I dreamed that we shared cabin, we shared bunk that never were returning to port and spend the rest of our days eating fish for breakfast and fish for lunch and fish for tea and fish for dinner and we arrived at Spitsbergen on August 1.
53. I dreamed I died at twenty years, opened the ice on my sled and I sank without screaming with my best team. Only Velvet, my favorite leader, was saved. Only one man in the world cried my death. No one brought flowers to the North.
55. I dreamed that I used to fuck least poets from Mexico and more to write. Then just this nonsense and I had a nice blog post, and reached this hypothetical reader satisfied with what he saw on the screen, and then went to read Bolaño, but he said it ... Who said it? Have you read Philip Müller? Who? Well, someone said, Bolaño said that literature is not worth anything, so I prefer life and I have no time for both. And even if I wanted, my boss, my boss ... Is my boss did not fall into a hole and died? Not me I had destroyed before him?
57. I dreamed that we stopped being young. One day someone knocking on my door asking for the poems he had written years ago, lost generations in blogs and verses on the walls. I was married in the church and had nine children. I told him I did not know any Àgueda. Returned to make mezcal The Suicide and absinthe La Loca, but I did not care.
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