all alone

A full smile under that helmet

Warm and spring all atound

Off on his bike, to the park

any given afternoon

The ice is soft

The air springs in your face

The crow, indifferent 

Paid off

All those dystopian movies

I trained for this

A mask hangs by the door

uncertain

I wash a tomato,  an orange,

Deep in cold bleached spring water

Life has definitely changed 

adios al Poeta Aute

Se fue alevosamente hoy

Duele cuando una buena persona se va

Nos dejó el alma vacía