A wild rose
flowers thorns...

my competition is like a mirror
I wish to not break...

the world is
a big bowl of cereal...

Ah just breath, woman
You are alright. Shake your hands...

slipping
slipping...

I am calm
I am like a drop falling towards a pond...

She received a flower in an envelope
as a bouquet of letters with no sender...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...

Hey,
I’m tire...

Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...

river, river
flowing down...