Soul contractions

Inner sensations want to be castrated by the illusion of the tidy love. What tears can not wash, the words will not either. The zigzag of hopes twists itself even more abruptly, more ambiguous, while facing the actions of people that already had gills inside your body. I blew the …

The transition to dehumanization

massage my mind with the sweetness of the petals protect my hope from the steps of destruction because my soul will hurt, while getting out of my body, if it will not anchor on you. my love jumps on the way to immortality and the mirage is supreme even if …

Sky’s captivity

Peaks hidden by odd veils  Even the sky is blushing at their sight Arrows fall in the eyes of the mortals Thinking that this landscape is theirs. The water amuses itself without scruple in the grass Tyrannically capturing the greatness of the sky And the sky becomes narcissistic under their …

Always loving

I was walking down the street following the sounds of my keys, searching for my fences. A lot of voices were mixing in my head and all I was hoping for was to arrive. With a flower you do not bring spring, but without one is way too much of …

Urban Waves

The waves were stealing the light from the street lamps. They were not actually waves, but I wanted to call them like that in order to offer them a certain credibility. Those water movements wanted to be queens, but they were trapped between the gray walls. During the day, this asthmatic river gave me …

Wind or wave

I was trying for a while to get rid of all the toxic paths that were part of me. To get rid of all the persons that questioned even for one second my self-esteem. I was letting the trees throw their silhouettes over the parts of my body that escaped …

How to own beauty

I had this guilty pleasure of liking the beauty. I was tasting it lingeringly while letting it know. I was progressively criticized for my constantly way of searching the beauty. I was searching it recklessly, in fires and suspicious states. I was nonchalantly putting my hands and eyes over everything …

Our everyday distance

I used to have this pleasure to loose myself into your time: to be the subject of one of your memories once again. I was waiting you like in the very first day when I allowed myself to dream about you. I was forgiving you every time you were pretending …