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,...
