Epiphany
She loves that man...

forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...

She found a public restroom
and cried in front of the mirror...

She needs to tell me her newly-born truth
as if I could accept the unacceptable...

Under the red wild rose stays
a force, a secret never told...

Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn...

He told me
I taught him...

Disarmed, she sat for some minutes,
thinking about certainties...

If i could leave this bitter coffee
for tomorrow or maybe those overdue bills...

She rides jasmines flowers in fields of hope
and I sit upright to appreciate her care...

What happens after love?
Weightless I lie with my heart...

Leave the heavy rings on the corners...