Slit.

Me pregunta qué pienso
y dejo de respirar

en silencio

Dice que hay deseos
que no se cumplen

limpia el cuchillo
y deja abierta la puerta

del tiempo.

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Birds With Scars.

I tried to draw a prison

and it didn't look good.

I could only give it time

and paint nothing but birds,

flying birds,

but they did not look right

so I drew on them some scars.

Birds with scars...

I like them.

They keep on flying.

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Us.

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the muteness between us,

the roar of our thoughts,

a lonesome verse.

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#ElCuadernoDeRosa

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Whirlwind.

Cells blinking

like wild dragons.

Can't stop now.

I'm dazzled by the light.

A whirlwind of signs.

I smile,

big as a crocodile.

Everyone can tell

joy is everywhere today.

I'm surfing the wave,

it's red and blue.

Don't let go.

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Ir a la luna.

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Ir a la luna...

No sé si me atrevería.

Escucho el silencio de aquel sitio

en el que jamás he estado.

Me alivia.

Suena como escarcha.

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Si estuviera aquí abajo,

cerca,

como la tienda de la esquina;

quizás sería un lugar sin magia,

quizás ya lo hubiese perdido todo.

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Atravesar la luz que nos distancia

es solo una versión de la fantasía.

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Untitled.

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I can be under the magnifier
and never stop,
dreaming,
while the gunpowder explodes,
I can wait.
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We tend to stop fighting with time
but I win when you smile.
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