behold
July 7, 2025
behold the sea of absence,
behold the sea of centuries,
my blood kneeling on a
sunken tree,
and the arm of my anguish
pouring out into the
warm air.
Tag: haunting
i am, i am not
July 6, 2025
i am, i am not.
i have been nothing more
than an empty place,
a place where my body and
your delirium suddenly
arrive and a muffled
voice that learns us
as a punishment.
lady of light
July 4, 2025
lady of light,
i command you,
i beg you,
hear me speak with unvoice,
hear what i have unsaid,
with this love i love you,
with this i curse you,
the knife in my back,
broken.
when night came
July 2, 2025
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donβt tell me where my eyes are
June 30, 2025
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my heart sets out
June 29, 2025
my heart sets out
from my body to your
last journey
sprout of light,
water of the ages that
is born in you.
lost.
come to my thirst.
now after all.
before.
come to my long thirst
entertained in mouths,
scarce springs.
at last
June 27, 2025
he came, at last, to my hope.
around his eyes, brief, infinite,
knowing nothing.
it is agile and clean like the
tender wind of the early morning,
cheerful and soft and deep as
grass under water.
he gets sad sometimes
with that mural sadness
that makes quick idols on his face
and draws worried ghosts.
i think it’s like a little girl
asking an old lady things,
like a giddy donkey
entering a city,
full of straw.
he also has a mature woman
who suddenly frightens his gaze
and moves inside him and
bites his insides with tears.
the day
June 25, 2025
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we
June 20, 2025
we are the land.
we are the memories.
we are the stories.
these rivers do flow,
in our blood.
watching the magic
June 16, 2025
we wore feathers
and danced in starlight.
our language was that of
luminosity and crystal castles.
we hung diamonds from tree
branches, like earrings
and watched them swing
like pendulums
in the wind.
the rivers, they knew us
and the moon, she smiled
watching the magic
beneath her.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 