domingo, 2 de noviembre de 2014



you make me laugh,
but it’s not funny
however
I don’t believe in being
I don’t believe strawberries
are delicate, until I hear them
tremble
I don’t believe in softness
as a state of matter
Mexican food is not spicy
until your thought gets cremated
life was not life
before vigorous lions
joy was just fog until our laughter