Nakedness,
scars,
stories…
Verses written in four hands.
To love is a naked word,
a blow where your image crackles,
skin with scars and hidden lips,
stories of one who undresses rosemary bushes
in the ritual of She loves me, she loves me not.
Metamorphosis.
Nakedness
and the hope of the last petal,
heart.

Desnudez,
cicatrices,
historias…
Versos a cuatro manos.
Amar es una palabra desnuda,
un golpe donde crepita tu imagen,
piel con cicatrices y labios ocultos,
historias de quien desviste romerillos
en el ritual del Me quiere no me quiere.
Metamorfosis.
Desnudez
y la esperanza del último pétalo,
corazón.