The glass reflected your mouth visiting my skin; my skin, by you Lily in spring that grew up to embrace the sky and the Earth. My skin, your luggage folded in your blood, following you mansa and entrusted shadow. My skin was your shadow delirium tumbling between lava nothing. Land only land parched breaking in the Paramo breath of violins clawing silence ice Sun vacuum facing the sky fall fall fall everything is nothing. 1.6 Memories: A swing of emeralds waving wind, amazing to the poplars that shudder sore. A wide road so wide it seems lost. Silence, only silence.
Solitude under the Sun that trembles after clouds, yellow cold. Silence, only silence. The Angel of death sharpened his spear in your eyes and I didn’t see it. Silence, only silence. All dreams fell asleep with you. Yesterday 1.7: Yesterday I remember the violence of the winds despeinando me tearing me dress. The Sun Airsoft burning remember thirsty skin good rain.
The storm in the night crickets populous silence remember. Remember the cold warmth of your skin the excruciating pain to grow the scream. The exaltation of the senses smelling palpating biting hearing feeling I remember. The white wall defaced the dark labyrinth accomplice remember rain of roses wet on my pillow keepsake souvenir just memory a flower a bird a nest. Only souvenir. No longer live. Shut up 1.8: First remove the words then after words, were gestures. Then, disappeared shortly after, caresses, smiles illusions new dreams to the end are left naked, ateridos cold, empty, arid withered parched deserts of foot, but dead. Is has stopped the 1.9 wind: the wind has stopped the sky is witness and my cry is lost without a destination.