poems

For your eyes what was put heart and killing

  To love what was left of me and the rest

What you're someone who enters the adoration of his heart

  But I see your eyelids adores

  And between satisfaction and discontent and proximity and cores

  The field to tear eyeball horny and sweeter fancy

  What doubt Wasl Rabbo In abandonment is an eternity

  Hopes and fears and anger of proof drunk

Of the boy it was combined with the glamor of my youth

  The resulting sweet tucks a clear starting my mouth before him Junction