with him, the rust

I was a chocolate woman
over the road.
one day
said the forest:
take me.
I run away,
but the wind is his skin
in my moan,
and you will sing
our delirious winter.

club love

never dream

the true is our knife

I drive a vision by my blood

the purple rip is not for him

pink ship by light

he is a man of water

but I felt his sordid music

in my storm

behind of the flood

one void on the shadow of the symphony

ask me about this club love