sábado, 25 de marzo de 2017

March 22, 2017 6.30am

               on the sheet
                                  on my skin
on the emptiness


lunes, 20 de marzo de 2017

viernes, 3 de marzo de 2017

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


All for nothing, I am not coming tonight

jueves, 2 de marzo de 2017

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


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

Dirty, grey, rough, empty ground.

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

martes, 28 de febrero de 2017

February 27, 2017



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.