(after Lorca)
Yes, dear friend...

All through the night,
the sea would settle...

One day,
a flood of unsaid hearts...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

You are the balm—
meant to mend...

Hello, hello, my friend—
the foe of nefariousness...

You are
the one who speaks...

I did not come
to hear the echo of my mind...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

Your lips,
my only shelter...

Nothing
will ever melt...

I know—
everything I see...