1 Horno Carlos Gutierrez. CHILDREN OF SATAN 
Bailemos,
focus our energy
as well,
your day and my night
are what make this wonderful
universe
give me a hug,
give me a kiss,
let thy womb,
as that's where our
come
small masters,
caresses the skin of reality
for perhaps
morning runs
are to know about our true,
indeed what evil dance ,
certainly
how well we had,
certainly taken for granted
I'm proud of this,
pretty lips,
nice ass,
but what wins me over
undressing your soul knowing
now
comes hard,
be free,
be masters and owners
of our little corner
interstellar
celebrate but our dollars , where
nature is beautiful
and shines
where we shine because we
part of it, we will wait
sentandos
the
next
violence that awaits us,
for every birth and change
involves a process of pain,
quiet but we are
together,
but quiet after coming
paradise
none other
to wake this eternal
lethargy,
that is none other
to be pure, expanded
in
not know where but it deserves
sentence,
your body will not be
,
my body
will not, we
nebulae, we
a universe, we
together
in the eternal,
just awareness
unconscious
in infinity,
in peace,
breathing
Life
and next trip
will
to hearts,
filled with air
of love
of limbo that space
between
Life and Life
no more
Vida ...
Carlos Gutierrez Oven, unpublished poem.
