Tag Archives: Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Crossing Through Time

I crossed through time and space to return to the night when we left our clothes and our minds behind. The night became day and there was nothing left there. The beds were made and the past was lost. I … Continue reading

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A Song

A song hides in the weeds, deep in the soil, and in the city streets. The song wants to rise up. The song dances on the sun. A pitchfork devil wants to corner the song. The passionate song runs through … Continue reading

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Paper Heart

Take a pair of scissors to my paper heart. Cut my heart to pieces I don’t mind at all. Who cares if I bleed out on the asphalt? With a paper heart you can’t feel pain. Bring a hungry vulture … Continue reading

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