03 marzo 2024

estoy llena de miel
                  [por eso
no me abandonan
las dulces órbitas
de mis cosas





04 febrero 2024

Am I able to move

same as the others

among them

as if  

everything would be achieved 

only through movement

because there's no room 

for the stillness I-can't-stop-longing

while unfolding 

on every minute

unconsciously.


Nothing 

can make me believe

I'm something different

from all those rocks 

   - that secretly fix their corners on my cells -

teaching my brain 

the purest

illogical

stories.

05 enero 2024

just draw

blindly

with your breath 

each one of 

my worn 

fingerprints 

 

24 septiembre 2023


a veces tiño tus perdidas esferas

de conceptos ahora tienes

las alas dormidas  

brillas o lloras, árbol mío 


aún en el lamento enredado de la memoria y sus hilos

crecerá virtuosa

la explosión insistente de tus ramas 

27 agosto 2023

use, please, use my soft skin as a screen


today

the nerves from your eyes 

float and swim

their contours are sweet 

but not as pure as I 

wished


now

do I trust my thoughts as I-do-fold?

stare, again please


I fold myself like hologram trees



27 julio 2023

 trying not to undo
or
maybe trying to undo
and pin
a fresh stick of wood
not over but
below
at the starting point 

I nail the flag I sewed
and
it still resembles
desperate waves on the sea