Desperately hanging on the edge of… I listen to the lingering whispers Her voice so sedate and soothing Her hands so warm Her body inviting

a young boy around 8 years-old went to the library and would look through the shelves

It’ good up here I see the stars Smell the people hear the cars Feel the wind rush by my face Quiver to the Moons’ soft embrace Love runs shallow through my veins

He visto la paz, he visto el dolor descansando en los hombros de nues… ¿Ves la verdad a traves de todas l… ¿Ves el mundo a través de ojos ape… Y si quieres hablar de esto otra v…

My old self who’s there Always, Putting me down Yes it’s him That’s dying.

Last night an angel told me to fly… Through where there is no fire. That what has been suffered stays… and in prayers, I never died.

A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…

No sé adónde voy pero, seguro sé donde he estado colgado en mentiras en creaciones de ayer y he decidido