Water [the poem of life]
Yesterday it rained on my cheeks.
The waterfall of bitterness
invaded the brat mountain
that stands beside my thoughts.
As if it were a broken handkerchief,
Death came and squeezed my smiles.
The humidity of the strangeness reminded me
that we are while our existence lets us be.
Wet eyelids, muddy face.
The eyes are lakes of water,
salty seas, who know how to
caress the lips with delicacy.
