MY INNER SELF. I FLOAT. I USED TO SEE YOU ON SOME OTHER SHORE. IT IS NOT ONLY THE VIRUS THAT ERODE OUR TOUCH. IT WAS ALSO THE MOOR OF YOUR EYES..."BE IN THE NOW" THEY TELL ME... CANNOT, BECAUSE THE NOW IS ME, WITH A BUNCH OF FIREFLIES INSTEAD OF A HEART.

corazon. My Rojo corazon. tin toy on wheels, my heart. do not stop just for that kiss. for the Red longing of that kiss. kiss, kisses, bliss. corazon beat. thickener. wet feet. the absence made me spill it. the heart wide open.

Hands. Silk at the toughness of the rocky mountains of my skin. You are also a voice. Eco at Medianoche. I don´t know why it hurts so much to let go. I have a clue, but I rather not. Amado. Amor. Amorous being. Because of that time together, I can breathe now inside the lungs of your sky.

October hurts. October I break, unfolded papyrus. It brittles. From mighty hights I said goodbye to that Holy Land, unholy because of the rock in my chest. Coughing sound.