The criterion is subjective ,
and the mood is subjunctive...

I choose another artifice
to wrap you up in my inhabited planet...

She hanged her heart on a tree,
without fearing the burns as...

In the shadow of his heart,
had he hid me...

She embraced her nakedness,
feeling some wrinkles summoning the sun...

-Astrology for beginners
the new girl offends me...

Inside her
there is an altar in her chest...

Welcome fall:
a flower is not a flower anymore...

An eclipse waits for me
as i defy all the laws of gravity...

She now denies the god
he brought out in her...

There is a rainbow
crossing the midnight sky...

It's all the same
and i'm crossing the third bank...