Let me drink my misery,
observing this obscene poetic moment...

Your painful pleasure
always climbs my mossy walls...

There she goes
ripped apart...

I'd like to tell you
i'm surviving but not breathing...

In this part of our story,
you bounce from one end...

Against the cold, we crawl
like toddlers...

Right now
taxes stands between me and myself...

She told me they were lying on a cardboard
when her mother said...

I have nothing
but the sea...

When she cried
her eyes were shut hard...

This poem will coagulate
like blood, staining our black land...

I wait for you
and it is never late...