Tip toeing 'round a tree of thoughts,
the one that has spheres like planets...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

"No more.
I won't let this conversation...

Do come and watch the sun with me
It won’t take long...

Mis poemas se transforman en suenos, suenos...
----------- Translation...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

my mirror
mirrors me...

Creativity
Please don’t mind me...

I
Sometimes...

Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

In Winter - you were my Temple, an altar
that diffused incense to benches overcrowded with...