I Am A Book Of

Maybe Someone Will Know I Didn't Weave Crowns To Draw Blood; That I Faught Against Mockery; That I Did Fill The High Tide Of My Soul With Truth. I Repaid Vileness With Doves.

La Heradera Del Dia Destruida. (the Heiress Of The Destroyed Day.)

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

I'm Not Me But Living Matter Fermenting And Forming Its Own Shapes In The Fruitfulness Of Every Day.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees