(illustration of the following poem) "Las palabras se incrustan in my skull

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(illustration of the following poem) "Las palabras se incrustan in my skull, like glass or kunai, They shoot from afar and hit with lethal subtlety and leave them there.. Even though I cinch them hard with all my strength I am not able to get them out and there they stay.. they run down my spine, They crawl down my back to the edge of my being, on my skin, by my blood, They run through me entirely. And the more force I apply, the more embedded they become., more stay, the more they get tangled up, the deeper they intrude into my being, There they are, There they remain and with them I live. a lot of words, Other people's and their own, stuck like thorns and needles. that remain in my mind, in my conscience, in my skull, in my back, bowels, feet and blood, wherever it may be, They disturb me, they hurt me, I must admit that sometimes they come from other places, harmonious, friendly, but also quite alien, where the warmth of those words easily escapes me, because the discomfort stays and overshadows everything else.-

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(illustration of the following poem) "Las palabras se incrustan in my skull , like glass or kunai , They shoot from afar and hit with lethal subtlety and leave them there .. Even though I cinch them hard with all my strength I am not able to get them out and there they stay .. they run down my spine , They crawl down my back to the edge of my being , on my skin , by my blood , They run through me entirely . And the more force I apply , the more embedded they become ., more stay , the more they get tangled up , the deeper they intrude into my being , There they are , There they remain and with them I live . a lot of words , Other people&#39 ; s and their own , stuck like thorns and needles . that remain in my mind , in my conscience , in my skull , in my back , bowels , feet and blood , wherever it may be , They disturb me , they hurt me , I must admit that sometimes they come from other places , harmonious , friendly , but also quite alien , where the warmth of those words easily escapes me , because the discomfort stays and overshadows everything else . -

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(illustration of the following poem) "Las palabras se incrustan in my skull, like glass or kunai, They shoot from afar and hit with lethal subtlety and leave them there.. Even though I cinch them hard with all my strength I am not able to get them out and there they stay.. they run down my spine, They crawl down my back to the edge of my being, on my skin, by my blood, They run through me entirely. And the more force I apply, the more embedded they become., more stay, the more they get tangled up, the deeper they intrude into my being, There they are, There they remain and with them I live. a lot of words, Other people's and their own, stuck like thorns and needles. that remain in my mind, in my conscience, in my skull, in my back, bowels, feet and blood, wherever it may be, They disturb me, they hurt me, I must admit that sometimes they come from other places, harmonious, friendly, but also quite alien, where the warmth of those words easily escapes me, because the discomfort stays and overshadows everything else.-

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