@d-pend I hope these verses will inspire you

The heart repeats what I have seen with the senses all engallados; the finding is close to the sides of something strange, numerical, unforeseen.

Something of jungle that obeys a different, perverse christ, and stragglers of the double vision, like torn documents of the bread where I resist.

Oh strong, sleepless leaven of being in front of his death. Death alone on a stone far away. Fixed death

I arrive. I am the silence of the wave. It is death, I feel it and its beauty leaves me a double six in the blanket. Cry my blood for a cloudy linen,

by urgent lichen messages; that I can no longer walk among the people with this science of the underwater tree.

A dwindling statues of my wine and I heard my gurgling femurs moan; I was absorbed in transparent mouths, my thin torso loneliness was born.

Now without a sob and without petty borders, already in the air, already in beats or in vegetables, rigorous whistles,

I stalk the aridity of the corners where strangers bloom in mysterious ties and lips.