.Cuentos al aire.

-Y devorar su esqueleto al fiel relator que inspira los cuentos,
que difunde su voz por donde entra oxigeno,
y se esconde en la oscuridad resonando en ecos molestos.-

.Clave Morse.

I ask permission to my mind
so that be able let inside
the king removed her clothes
so that you can see her heart and soul
touch the tears of the sadness of her world
and he look behind at all
you go giving account
there is seven days that you reborned
all your weeks in the storms
the water comes down
your remembers undone
what you wrote in the walls all itself behind
they talk about yesterdays
in the summers every drought
the sun falls when
already nothing is of color
already nothing has taste.

.Mente I.

-Desentierra todo deseo de satifaccion
haciendo temblar el suelo,
aun sintiendo acercarse lentamente
crece raizes en su lugar,
inmoviliza sombra sobre cemento
interrumpiendo zigzagearse en vueltas.

Remodelando el sentido de sentir-