A gadfly
Buzzes...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull...

This is the time
to say goodbye to sobriety...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...

The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...

Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...

In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...