Tinta Invisible
Los Sustos Ocultos de Frankelda
Invisible Ink
You think we are alone
That the night is ours
But in nightmares
Not everything is shown
My ink watches us
My eyes write
They dwell in shadows
They hide in sheets
And it's not so horrible
When reading, the hidden is inhabited
Invisible ink
That lives without living
Author who is
Fear
