sol de otoño

en fuga...

mujer con sombrero

as the clouds go by

they will love those they hate
they will hate those they love
they will make mistakes ten times a thousand times
they will smile all the  time
as the clouds go by

smell this letter

smell this letter when you get it
tear it into small pieces
and then follow your caprices

they are not painted

all the lines across my skin
many roads I have traveled
these colorful marks on me

depiction of Jesus

there is no  evidence so far
that something that you appreciate
is also a feature you have