All the things that I have are worthless. All the things that I dreamed of as a child became steamy. I am a slave to the price you demand for your kisses, for your body and your sex … I am a slave of a price that I cannot pay …

Ciudad de Guatemala 21 enero 2,017


It will be something beautiful when you understand that I do not write just so that you read me. I write to you to print out my soul in the back of your notebooks, on the walls of your neighborhood, in the first and last letter you’ll write to your most loved ones…

Guatemala City January 12, 2017

‘Not that’

You said while I brought a kiss to your mouth.
Fear trembled on your skin and I noticed it.

‘That yes’

I said looking at your lips as the carnivorous night
stare at her innocent prey …

Guatemala City  November 26, 2016