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I am not crazy I don’t know the crazy I am it I generate it Breathe it Abort it And shove it back into my body Birth it ..

Sadness dwells in the eternity of the salt In forests deep, inside tunnels of tree trunks That have seen religions thrive. Sadness is not ..

I saw a wind chime once In a Spanish movie So dramatic Like the roots of Spanish soul. It was a bird Petrified in flight; First ..

My grandmother. She doesn’t frown anymore when I drink. I’ll be visiting Asking for a sip of crème de la vie Like ev..

I dreamed of a long-haired cat In my childhood yard. He hid in a deep abyss Together with other cats With my present cat But the m..

She looked at the deer. The antlers. Sharp. Unforgiving. She just wanted a baby. In the midst of a cold season. Summer can someti..

I have seen a dead calf once In a movie Wet, a newborn Almost releasing smoke Almost deformed or so Mixed with hay Lying on it ..

Early on a late spring day The streets were dressed in a fog, Thick with mourning, like death thoughts; Pouring its opaque silver Into ev..

Expected I was to dream Of whimsical dandelions Marrying adventurous winds. Instead I dared dream a dream Where desperate eyes meet ..

I’ve been trying to pinpoint The genesis of a habit The unorthodox first breath That dissolves a wall of life With a bashful wave..