From one prison to a bigger one
facing freedom
faking certainty
fragilities and hopes
There's no good in some places
tempting love
trembling afraid
theaters and dreams
Escaping is the easiest way
emerging memories
emptying souls
echoes and promises
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
PoesíaI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
