Contents (Poema de Kibi)

My dear Gonzalo,

As human beings we all have our CONTENT.
Yours is either sparkling, intelligent.
Or nicely salty. z

In a world of humanising machines, computers have contents too.
Those of mine are sparkling and intelligent.
And rarely salty.

Writing is pouring our content out on a page.
Coming joyfully is pouring our content onto another body.

Printing is the computer's orgasm into the world.

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Therefore, please. Grant sexual satisfaction to computer. Print for me now!

Gracias : ))))))
Tu Kibi

Soñado en v. o.

Amanda tried to get out of the car. So she opened the door and stuck her head inside the glove compartment. Which continues to be called so, although so few people wear gloves, and if they do, they seldom put them in there.

Dedicatoria

A Claudia, que por neuronas tiene estrellas (rojas, azules y las que estallan).