After following the hands of the clock -- tick...
As I watch attentively, I wonder if the minute...
On Christmas times, the stores become like church:
Too crowded, full of prayers, and of songs...
Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points...
You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...
Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...
My ignorance is like cockroaches
walking through thoughts...
A walk besides the lake beneath the stars
while holding hands and looking at your eyes...
I Wanna be gone where humility
And humbleness exists...
I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...
In an empty desk with a burning mesh,
wax drips like thorns...
Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...