crossover

a mist is falling down your legs

water between my fingers

i'm looking through to find your lights

a wink of music running out my lips

you've drawn the wind over my skin

a wisp of breath to fill my hands

alevosía

"You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you"

desovillaba
la araña delicada
puntilla ajena.

envenenaba
la viuda de las piedras.
destino muerto.