Poems

I swore in myself

I will talk with you openly / postcards
Like saying I will be a postcard
Like saying I will send myself to you
Tattooed words, covered stamps
With illustrations animals domesticated
Blurring footprints
Of all that I was able to write. I was not able,
Not overtly, in any manner, in any case
That which is not written
That is the word / thing that burns in truth
And many words will not extinguish it,
Also not a poem / song that pretends
To say the truth
All the truth
And every thing / word
From alone the truth.