modismos del alma

I told you before I can unbury your dead Still, I’m what you crave I will always be Spine-tinglingly sublime, You always forget.

The worms used to be much more plump and beautiful. The calm chorus wails Soothsayers of Earth, elegant, bright mystery: Why did we not...

The World Cup is upon us. The Round of 16, knock-out stages start on Saturday. I am neither a fan of capitalism nor the idolatry of athletes...

How is it that you can't see yourself in others who's the alien

Listening To the air produced by trees Sounds, eaten green The wax of leaves clogging lungs To the thoughts of dark men insecure and...

Sweat mixed with iced tea Perched on a sphere, on a sphere In space and topless