Que haja festa não sei onde - Manuel Fúria e os Náufragos

Micro Fiction

There had been rumors from the North for months. None of us believed it, until one night we started to kill our children too.

L. R. Bonehill. From Hint Fiction: an anthology of stories in 25 words or fewer. Edited by Robert Swartwood. Norton: 2010. Retrieved from here.  

Nick Mulvey - Fever to the form

After two days - Marius Ianuş

After two days of thinking I'd die
after I swallowed a box of Piafen
and after I vomited it after 
I dreamt a crowd of characters
who where all I and who were taking care of me
gently covering my pain after 
that I called her
Come to me I told her now 
I looked like a potato that sprouted 
come to have fun 
we'll play beauty and 
the beast at Predeal I didn't succeed to 
fall asleep here I can my mother can't
live by herself at Predeal 
but I felt I was going mad I left her
come to me Oana I love loneliness
Then I hang up and told myself hell
is a white room where you lay tied-up and all
your teeth hurt and after they've all crumbled 
new ones grow overnight 
already decayed.

Retrieved from here. Translation by Adrien Urmanov.  

Twin Shadow - Slow

Eduardo Milán - Entro en el Tiempo

Entro en el tiempo como quien entra
en ti: quiero escribir los desfechos
de San Juan, quiero comer los deshechos de Sor
Juana, sorprendida en su primera persona
que es la persona del otro o del hambre.
Ahora quita esa lámpara de aquí para que alumbre
allí en la sala de orar el rodar de la luna
oral, boca abierta por la que uno entra 
a comer de la mano de la hembra, animales de por miles
no se cimbren, lo real es que cimbra cuando
se oyen crecer algunas rosas reas.

Retirado daqui.

Joshua Radin - You got what I need