So Slowly
Ay...

I see you
in the lakes of your green eyes...

In that pleasant corner
of the La Jolla bend...

The Shot
I wish...

Has anyone seen make up without a face
upon a faded body...

Like a grain of sand
I’m looking at these mountains...

The train goes forward
cities grow larger and...

It’s night
If I look at my day...

Have the living
already died...

On the hills of long time ago
we have now buildings and houses...

You vanished in your shadow
when I embraced you...

We worry about swords
guns and of mass destruction weapons...