I own a pit of disappointment and a brass band of innate torture So, as I walk through offshoots in hope for a sign of spring, I find dryness, and grey illusions and not a single dream I see stories that lie in stillness as marble pieces and funerary stones, And the time that dissipates […]

I race against time as the impatient leaves run for the autumn sun I scratch an old grief and cover it in green beliefs I play with an immature soul and seek for the years hidden in my childish dreams I dance feverishly in a trap, a circle of life leading me to the same […]