I strangely found my pen
scratching against some papers...
You are the flawless, complete verse I have been...
Your presence inspires imagery that unfolds...
My dear, darling painter,
You mix colors and...
“Hola amor!”
Son las palabras con las que despierto...
A tyre will sit on just air
As if there is nothing there...
You grab my
hand to hold...
On the table I left a rose
And in each of its petals, notes...
I do not love this pen,
but I do love you...
Cruel twist of fate
My heart desired your heart, but...
In the glimmer
of the sun before...
Someday I’ll brush the hair off your face
And you’ll pick an eyelash off my cheek...
You know I'm not the Rolex type of Romeo,
I'm the hapless romantic one...