Quiero saber qué tan inmenso es el cielo,
caer dormida en la hierba primaveral,
colgarme al cuello un prisma.

Sentir tanto el calor del sol como el deshielo
y llenarme de la vida de tu aliento.
Fingir amar a contraluz,
fatigarme en exceso.

Lejos, en una distancia insondable,
yace mi corazón indulgente, y espero,
con la luna llena sabiendo mis anhelos,
el día en que inerte desespere a tu regreso.

Dulce agónico pensamiento,
último,
vives en mi mente sin reproche.

We wander in the sea
All, lest we speak by meandering the will of the desperate man
And gladly he wolde lerne, gladly he will teche
April is a dull month, breeding lilacs of the refracted land

Le desespere were the dismembered, germinating roots in the washing away of memory or broken places
Let us go, you and I
To the sunlit skies wearing the secret of prima facie
Etherized on the table, for Ezra Pound's moniker

"Es tut mir leid"
Were novels and symbols into the sun with a woolen sweater and a note
"Butch and Sundance Kid"
I see your shadow walk into the rising sun, across the window, and that's what you did!


Thelma and Louise, hand in hand
Vandalism among vandals, wasting away in the wastelands
Peace germinates, as they in the sundry embryo of the now
I show you fear in a handful of the dust, in Avaris