A man was standing at the top of a building
Poem XXXVIII: The hanged man
Category: Poetry
Poem XXXVII: The fire
Who was with me, willing to love me / That fiery night
Poema XXXVI: La batalla
Tendemos a olvidar lo bonito de las cosas
Poem XXXV: The battle
We tend to forget the beauty in things
Poem XXXIV: Afternoon light
This is when the afternoon ends / And the petals savour the last sip of light
Poema XXXIII: Afternoon light
Aquí es cuando termina la tarde / Y los pétalos saborean el último sorbo de luz