Parading

Who is books / read in spring, wingspan

So come the storms of winter and then

Did you ever, you start,

Did you do the merengue?

The small nouns

let the maps

What seems to you

Dante’s limbo is the best circle of Hell, all those unbaptized babies and old philosophers to snuggle

We find out the heart only by dismantling what

is coming back, my soul in reckless feathers.