… “Para que nada nos separe, que nada nos una”…

tabula rasa

tabula rasa

my numbers
they confront me everyday
written in stone,
on my bills
on my letters
on my passport

so i search for summer rain
because the water erodes
it can wash my many years away
as it drips down my face, i am newborn as a crying babe
– my sun has only begun to rise

the shadows,
these hard-earned darknesses
are strangers to my bright eyes

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