Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...

There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

Everyone
is going to work...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

Let me embrace your heart
you...