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

When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

Mother,
Yesterday, I hid the sun underneath my tongue...

I
Sometimes...

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

When I look at pictures with an old couple...
I can't help but think of us...

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

A human
skins lions...

A boxer
boxes men...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

Bright, bright, stars,
that visit the sky with lights...