Face to face,
like a race,
my heart for you,
crosses the space.
This isn’t a joke,
this isn’t a game,
just my hot mind
covered in flames.
Maybe you can’t believe me,
because I’m different than rest…
But if your “love” can give me,
I going to be the best.
like a race,
my heart for you,
crosses the space.
This isn’t a joke,
this isn’t a game,
just my hot mind
covered in flames.
Maybe you can’t believe me,
because I’m different than rest…
But if your “love” can give me,
I going to be the best.
Face to face, like a race, my heart for you, crosses the space. This isn’t a joke, this isn’t a game, just my hot mind covered in fl...



Aquí guardo fragmentos de mis días: anécdotas que me han formado, pensamientos que se resisten al silencio, destellos de oraciones que encuentro en los bordes de la rutina.
Escribir, para mí, no es un oficio sino una forma de respirar. Cada texto nace del impulso de entenderme y, tal vez, de reconciliarme con el mundo.
No busco atención o aplausos; solo dejar constancia de lo que alguna vez fui, mientras sigo aprendiendo a mirar con calma.