The poem that didn't want to be written
I was a witness of the war even before I was born I was a piece of flesh trying to beat in a womb threatened by anguish We resisted the...
Things that I love
I love the tenacity of the rain falling violently cutting through the silence of stones, The self-sacrificing rivers entrusting their...
Time of silence
I’m afraid of waking up the light the darkest side of the night, the abyss of my pupils, the lethargic moon in the void of the wardrobe,...
¿Aún existes?
Si me cierras los labios con tu puño cerrado Yo escaparé de tí sin esperar que un príncipe llegue en mi rescate Si haces sangrar mi...
Tiempo
Los segundos, como flecha disparada, dejan huellas profundas a su paso. Abren oscuros abismos y nos sumergen hasta el fondo de donde no...
La condena de los amantes
Para no huir de tus brazos al caer el sol para no resignarme al escape inevitable de tu cuerpo continúo acariciando el cadáver de la noche
