Voice of the Tattoo
I span the space on your chest with the infinite from which you come— You are resplendent with stars! With...
I span the space on your chest with the infinite from which you come— You are resplendent with stars! With...
Like a fading dream, the mural showing Mexican life on the shore loses color every day. Now that village sounds...
Not a disguise, though disguise it does. Not to amuse, not anymore. To terrify? Now the terror is to go...
Be quiet, enter quiet, the quiet of the river. Gestate in the dark sitting by the river. Come back from...