Es Decir
Buitres
I Mean
I love you
I wait for you
Rose from my garden
What did your eyes see?
Who made you dream?
Thistles?
Lilies?
Jasmine perfume?
Hurt your verses
Not letting them go
Idea
A name
On the table the coffee
I beg your breath to embrace me too
I wanted to say certain phrases
Sentence
The reason
The word that froze in my mouth
And it was silence
I mean
The soul of color
The notes of a tense piano
Like in your verses
I mean
The death of the flower
The species of love
When a summer
You stop loving me
In your silence
I will go read
