.:lengua floja:.

Ayer hablaste sin coherencia
mientras yo escuchaba atentamente.
En tus ojos, sal
en mi boca, silencio.
De repente me besaste
y yo
comence a soñar.

.:life in the house of cancer:.

Standing by the foot of your bed
looking through your blue.
The world turns left,
if you hold my hand.

It fills me to know
that there is no stench,
that there is no blood,
that there is no ghost.

In the house of cancer
the years are passing through the
spaces between our moments.
Here, i have lived my future nights.