A while ago I wrote this poem about two spies. One of them falls for the other. She wore a knee-high cherry dress hair up, like in the movies. long heels, sharp eyes and lips, that shone like rubies. and […]


A Friday love story

something happened to my right ear for a while now, instead of singing about the stars or telling poems about flamenco dancing rhinos she sits and frowns, lingeringly and ridden. she spends her evenings watching cheesy movies, sobbing and crying, […]