March 22, 2017 6.30am

Remnants 
               on the sheet
                                  on my skin
on the emptiness

                                                 
                          

March 9, 2017 2pm

CAUTION!

March 8, 2017, 1.30am

It was just night




It was just a night




Everything was silent



Nothing else, 
nothing at all

March 4, 2017 3pm

She had not space in her life for me









She had not a moment









Her silent fills up everywhere

February 28, 2017 9.17pm

I´m waiting on the stairs

My kilt, green bag, my nails

All for nothing, you are not coming tonight.

You´re waiting inside

Tú...you

All for nothing, I am not coming tonight

February 28, 2017 9pm

Shepherds Bush

The rail...the train roaring, bringing your voice in the morning. The rail...the train...the roar and your voice again. 
It´s you again, but I can´t see you, this moment

There not yet. There will

One, two, three...the platform...dirty, grey, rough, empty...no one, no life.

I squeeze my eyes tightly, in a rage 

I am now in Shepherds Bush, the wagon door is open

I squeeze my eyes furiously, I do not want to look

Red...red...red

My heart outside the wagon, still beating on the ground. 

Dirty, grey, rough, empty ground.

I am at Shepherds´s Bush, at this moment.

February 27, 2017

                                      Ridges

                                                              Crystal

Sharp surfaces near to my skin. They are coming, they are whispering above my epidermis.
Small needles of pointed ice. Cold, blue and curdle. Is that my blood?

My hair leaks, my body is bend over the rail of my balcony.