Breathing danger,
the heat in my lungs.
My feelings are
inconsequential right now.
All we need
it’s to get out of here.
Las brasas,
the image on loop:
I do and I don’t,
I do and I don’t,
you must know.
It’s a light so bright,
a beautiful call
that I behold.
But how about him,
whom I met today?
I fear I will never know.
La realidad alterna 