Sandra Vanessa Flores Flores

Boiled potatoes
splashing on the floor
crawling towards the surface of my stinging face

supura mi herida

I want you near
no tan cercana que me duela tu lejania

Cucumbers in your pupils are telling me to step a little forward
they splat on the rooftops
and roar in my head

Half man , half horse and a bit rose
it was all I thougt about for weeks
then the scary hills of my childhood came and knocked my door