She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

I
Sometimes...

Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...

If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

A human
skins lions...

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

I'm letting go of the helium tank.
Out of this gas, I call love...

I thought you were the cristalline waters
In a river...

Last year in your seventh anniversary, I wrote you...
It's because the time people give to each person...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

Death puts people in a crib
And from there...