Potatoes With Red Spots

Cuauhtemallan

Alchemy variations
sad eyes looking islands, I find myself biting purity
undeserved
melancholy touch, skin

carved craters observed in me
words superimposed on a contention that does not correspond with the throat cramped

tears falling on the back,
inpiración of divinity and death
storms bypassed you play asshole, so unkempt fro
their cheeks collected in space that breaks in elegance
unconscious
but is beyond this life
freely express language of the fires,
of the stars that never sleep
diasporas fabricate moments that are whole,
rid me uncomfortable vibration-balanced, small shocks

the dreamy unreality of the beggar,
small steps that are lost are
,

meet with her inspired me to blur the look
to find agitated
immense
angelic
distant
labyrinthine

poured in my
universe created