Monster

Happy birthday, dear Father.
perceiving the essence of things…
You’re bandaged.
I’M HERE.
Since he was little,

She said it was real.
so there was no dirt.
You lost your grandchild,
fracture like it was no big deal.
Confiscated.

A fire, a fire.
for the hostess bar.
who are scared of the dark.
somewhere with a beautiful view
She placed the photo like this

HAVE YOU EVER FELT AFRAID
This is typical of single mothers
Did he appear in a dream?
kind notes while I was away.
My son was wounded

I told a lie.
attended two weddings
I wasn’t in the photos they took,
of women I once loved.
And make flowers wilt.

a tacky knit dress
Blow it away.
Blue star creeper.
Loosen your lips.
when you say it.

I wrote this composition
about my child.
Mudslide in the mountain.
Hurts.
the greatest treasure…

White nettle, celandine.
in any of your eyes.
That’s true of everything that dies.
handing out tissues to promote it.
the universe was born.

because I raise him alone
Happiness is something
the candy robber will come.”
Over the white line,
it was completely burned.

You eat concrete.
Mom will come back.
You two are lovey dovey.
That his dream was to become
You wrote this backwards.

Fallen Leaves

Dirty dishes on the floor.
You sang beautifully.
I dare But I can’t

See to learn.
When my material life ends…
I am a prisoner here forever.

breaking news:
Come in.
sparkling wine

The rain washes the windows…
Yes, it’s been a long time.
A person in a coma can wait.

International Committee of the Red Cross…
where are we going
♪ Why do you protect me? ♪

Just…
Series of reasons.
“My tears have covered our land.”

I am born of sadness…
Mixed.
blood type.

I was waiting for you.
The intensity of the attacks increased.
And I am wearing the clothes of despair.

Pueblerina

heavenly Father with tribulations…
my stains to rub off on him
Days, nights, awake, asleep
breathing in the scent of honey”
my house when I got married

I’ve cried and dreamt of you for 6 whole years
there’s something in our way
wrong with your son is sadness
under the same tree
Let time heal your wounds

her shadow through the mud
Suffered so much I
your town’s streets…”
smelling like your hair
This is my son, he’s all I have left

No, no Father
Pretend you found me dead and buried,
Play my song, the one we
To avoid misfortune
“Houses have souls too… And mine’s gone”

Wear your pink dress, Paloma
…instead of dragging
A woman who’s even
Your hands work wonders
Love is like a river in rainy season

Lights in the Dusk

Shine bright as blood
the window of your darling.
The graceful wedges of wild geese
Too late to regret,

She sings her sad songs
a sentimental fool.
In a night shelter.
Chained to the frozen earth.

my time and yours.
resembles a string of pearls.
The red berries of the rowan trees
The tears from my eyes

The jeweller’s.
You can hardly see
I see many lost travellers
using your code and keys.

Only sorrows of the soul…
it may wander indoors.
and to examine strange objects…
In sunny weather the scorpion prefers

I’ve hurt you… forgive me.
Was hardly born, and already dead.
ROBBERS TAKE
With cold, cold tears the rain beats

Been seeing a woman again.
rocky slopes or cracks in brick walls.
you’re finished.
You’re free.

Three

Everyone has a little story.
the days of collapse and chaos.
an arduous march…
Here is a photograph…

Everything burned…
My wife and child are here too.
Call her once more.
Lost in the thorn bush.

I was wounded.
to. You’re everything to me know.
That’s how I talk since I was born.
The house was bombed, and I…

I want to confide something.
Why so quickly, before dark?
I’ll remember you.
like a Gypsy’s campfire.

…he has a camera…
Don’t have anything.
We have to find a way to the sea.
the graveyard with cannon-fire.