Escritura automática de jet lag.

Copied from a notebook.

Found in a notepad from 2018.

Unas líneas en recuerdo de mi padre.

10.17 Saturday Night.

Another one from the Lost Haiku series, in a hardcover black notebook (2019-2022).

From the Lost Haiku series.

It came to me in a dream: a poem about poetry is not poetry the words we use are never ours it cannot rhyme, 'cause times have changed the flow is out of joint, as is our world no periods, no accents, except the one we speak with we write in tongues we were not born with it came to me in a dream I no longer remember only the voice of a friend asking where I was and we write like kittens licking a blank page on a typewriter our language sandpaper

Para Paty, Natalia y Camilla (salió en inglés).

The thing is, many of us can relate-