Oscar Varona is a writer and a collagist from Madrid, Spain. Influenced by transgressive narrative styles and little conventional, he published his first book of stories, “Tremolo” in 2003. He combines his poems, dialogues and stories with his own artistic creations, mainly collages and illustrations.
To be. The language ends in a land where the most spontaneous letter is liquid shit and judgment for the soul that violates the metaphysical order. Revealing words arise and questions where my thoughts are the navel from which a possible complex problem emerges and is installed in the psyche to constitute the far edge of my world. Serious troubles of the suburb where skip equals fail. As it is said. Postal time forces me to swallow more tests to keep living, to expect what ever seen without seeing. Breathe lives by I might be more than others. I’d have need the meeting of the boredom if the sequence will always be the background with the country on fire. How much I hate these Sunday mornings
Point changes before experiences. Eject diarrhea, sadness amount Distinguish force. Swelling phase number seven. Some may be early vomiting. Rules women, rule form. Bleeding for a childbirth of obvious wounds, don’t go in next sudden paranoias. If you have horror pills of tired women, leave me to continue suffering.
Truth is nothing, That’s violence. They crop mouth; make excellent killed persons immediately. Not a rotten country within our borders. They could be soldiers for hopeless causes. They could be pieces of meat that spit air to flush out the trash while talk about freights. they take place over a few events and don’t understand any language because they chew fear How difficult it’s to be an slave.
I dream that I dream with symptoms that involve perceptions that they dream in insomnia that can loose motions or persistent dream presentations and producing insights beauties resulting from full confusion; but in general, the facts are the property of shock and amnesia with harmful that contain exhalation disorders and I dream with floating beds that kept quiet to the conscious eye of the dreamer eye but I upset about it, for inspiring notes tend toward the sleep talk in moans and screams of viral apneas.
I dream that I dream that I die and I’m therefore glad.