Bliss

 Hago patria en mi techo desvencijado

suspendido y cierto

terroso y terrenal

y me pregunto, aferrado al tiempo

si ustedes tienen la razón en sus ojos idos

flotando en sus cubos blancos

a un ocaso predeterminado

Tremor

I see your unwelcome figure, etched behind my eyelids

White striped wings

your left one burnt

your right one untangled

it let us see an eye

staring into the East

Who am I but a mirror into forgotten shades

Lights crossing into nightmares of an empty home

I can feel blood pushing into my skin, looking to leave me

for blood belongs to the living