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 […]

Desert filling the house and snakes crawling underneath a door Ravens, owls mourning on the edge of silence Rain burying the end in a corner of a cloud Time as a Sisif chasing a beginning that would never come Walls transpiring with thoughts, exhausted of thinking too much The floor crumbling, feeling like the ultimate […]