No other opportunity

27-1-2012


With her small palm,
The girl stands calling the clouds,
The rain starts falling.

She greets you, wearing her wet yellow dress

You listen to the voice of the old warriors
In their inevitable loss battle

Then comes the perfect kiss
That you didn’t expect

Immortal beloved

18-01-2012

The purple colon
Sculpted on her legs
Torne apart in its last third
Her profession doesn’t know love or hate.
At night she walks dreaming of flying trees
And astonished birds