Untitled.

Once upon a time.
There is much to be said, but one does not know how to express it. Is it my ...
God or the devil may know, but I am lost.
It is hard to get by when one is afraid.
Shameful fear that ties your will.
Unexpected.
Death as liberation.
from our burdens,
from everyting.
Carnal and spiritual.

Payasos en un triángulo

It was once a done thing.
Nobody could understand that.
The people, we?
It was none and all.
Who is to say?
Somebody, anybody?
Lightning,
Thunder.
Wishing all, great and small.
My heart and my throat.
Expecting, waiting,
Roaming and despearing.
Is it hopelessness?!