When my thoughts no longer drift
upon a diamond sky...

I am 4 leaving the Dominican Republic on a big...
Holding my mother’s hand, I am terrified...

You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...

Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...

Between way too expensive phone calls,
there is no space for unnecessary insults...

On the everest
I stood one day...

The missing does not come in tears.
it does not come like an ache between the chest...

So,She was like water
heating on a hot stove...

She tells me, that people have been telling her
that I'm queer. says "Yo no creo que Dios me...

I know what some people
think of me,I know I am not...

You are a crabbed additional
season, that exists somewhere...

I loved you,
I loved you hard...