I Have A Purple Spot On My Upper Inner Thigh

Sequel dilatation Desvelo

While waiting the arrival of winter
the stories cease to be attractive
the same steps
the same paths the same spines

never tire wounding
shoes my hallucinations.

While waiting the arrival of winter
introducing one to one doubts

more wrong does not the shifting of the wind caught your skin into the fire?
it be that the sighing of the branches,
caused the last step of our ballad?.

While I hope the winter

enter rehabilitation areas less prone to delirium
the same as admired for its lack of resistance

so here I am accompanied by texts
writing a song to your senses

While winter does not deign to appear.