Little notes.....

Scribbles on the last few pages of notebooks,
Some complete, some incomplete,
These are my expressions,
Faint, etched in lead
Erasable but meaningful…

I am these scribbles,
Illegible to others, legible to myself,
Incomplete to others
Complete to myself

I stop when I’ve run out
I stop when I think I’d rather imagine
I stop when the words cease
When I think maybe all can’t be written

No hables en plural......

No se puede vivir con tanto veneno,
La esperanza que me da tu amor,
No me la dió más nadie,
Te juro, no miento.....