I could see something in the corner,
among the dust, skin flakes and hair like single threads.
How rare!
An insect without a name rocking in a tiny piece of nail,
...
Mi cuerpo y su memoria
mi piel un papiro,
tu pluma aún en el tintero.
...
My spine stands like a mast,
my feet ground what is not sane,
to release the anchor and get ashore when the winds own the sail.
...
Like a dropp of water over ashes,
a startle in my head finds my eyes wide and dry staring out in between bars,
thousand bars and the clouds passing by.
Suddenly something tears; some tenderness in my guts:
...
Me miras,
y mis ojos en sus cuevas no hallan puerta para cerrar.
se desencogen tus pupilas, para escudrinar mi oscuridad.
...
tic, tac…
Within white walls the clock floats,
and trembles when strikes 6 o clock.
Dum, ta…Dum, ta...
...
I would hope alcohol to be on my side,
and let me spiral down in a numbness
where my heart beats loose up,
the out world loss gravity,
...