Les banditos of Cordova & the nymphs of the forest

And here turned out to be that in certain spot of the un-enchanted forest
at the gates of Cordova, near to Altamirano, les banditos rested their nalgas on the hojarasca

and here turned out to be that the nymphs of the putrid trees showed their naked presenx in the place, curious because of the irruption of the enigmatic desperadoes.

Their vaginal juices wetted the terrain in the nights
and this is how
and this is how
because this is how, the thick junglall flora grew

and the trees were half human-half nymphall - and the Olympic gods were absence in the televised astra

and all this happened in the un-enchanted forest, because nothing that was not real showed its presenx in the place.

The banditos were clad with the leeather of Van Cleef

the nymphs were selected in a casting of models from "Vanderbilt & Co, Pasadena"

the catwalk were the readers

of this unglorious and rotting fable, which ended when the potographer said

because all this happened in the un-enchanted forest, where nothing is exactly as you think

because nothing that is not real exists at all. 




And here turned out to be that in certain spot of the un-princessed forest
at the gates of Oviedo, near to Avila, 
les banditos rested their nalgas on the cream of their labia

and here turned out to be that the nymphs of the decaying trees showed 
their naked presenx in the place, curious 
because this fable had the key to cool-ness, and it was cyclical

and only I could open it or close it, or un-close it/or un-open it
and because they were living-trapped in it, and les banditos, and the make-up
same as their vaginal juices, that wetted the terrain in the nights.