Yeah yeah,
there’s the pillow...

On the table I left a rose
And in each of its petals, notes...

There's something, something,
something about you...

To awake one day and be
a lightbulb in your head...

Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...

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

Okay younger me, it might sound crazy or dumb or...
You got to know, that God is Love...

I peacefully watched the metro from across a...
A man with tattered clothes, smiled to me...

Death
People fear you as if you were a serial killer...

Oh well, ni modo.
Gather your tears and boil them with your anger...

I am a thorn
Ingrown in my own heart...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...