...escape ..
butterflies
from the clutches
weather
committing suicide
on the precipice
deep
of the Vanities
I'm vulgar
I prefer to live
but does not reach the stars or eat strawberries
songs to heaven
and the sea
farewell
with murmurs of doubt
and the scene
reaches identity losses
of clouds passing
as storms noon
and with flare
of liquid skin
who witness
hidden thirst ... we advised to drink cold water and foam .....
MAXIMO 2013









