by Eder E. Rangel
The fan is on your head
The sea is not too far, no, not too far.
Let’s talk about deception and martyrdom
No, not too far from my bed.
Another dog that barks at me
Do not let my fear get to you.
Like a silly girl who thought he loved her
Like a baby in a youngster’s womb
Not fully having the capacity to shine through.
The corals of my heart have dried up
Your foreign accent sprinkled them fresh.
You say it’s hot, I say it’s not
I think I found you, or did you find me?
Last updated April 22, 2011