I opened my eyes
without knowing...

Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...

She plucked petals
one by one...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

This journey of words that my fingers trek,
it's something more than just a trip, I take...

There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

I was born in a land where Spanish was the ground...
And I, just like a tree who was moved to another...

Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes...

Dear reader,
eons ago, I used to sing...

In dreams, I wandered lost
Like dogs without a home...

well, it is what it is, isn’t it?
The time has come yet again...

I'll write about the color white
just take a look and see the sky...