She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.
I move in the university of the waves.
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)
Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?