

the clownMy reflection in the mirror is somewhat decaying, while I try to choose how my face is going to be today. The sadness in my face is evident, what makes it even sadder is to see the almost empty bottle that this resting on my dresser.the clown
I dig between my make up, looking for something that helps me to surpass my sadness, within me I already know the colours that will be chosen, as always a white base, a black smile, surrounding my blood red, heavy eyebrows. I hide my baldness under an orange wig mistreated by the time, I stopped washing it years ago, ¿For what? I am chained to its aroma of sweat, pop corn a


Sweet TemptressFrom the frame of my bathroom door I can see her well rounded legs resting on my bed, coloured by the moon light that enters from my window, they seem to be dark and bluish. The wind plays with my drapes and hides those beautiful legs between the shadows, but no shadow can hide the red silk blouse that shes wearing.Sweet Temptress
She rests comfortably on my bed, laying on her side, staring at me; her eyes take me into a state of trance, im afraid. The attraction that her figure has upon me is stronger than a thousand savage mustangs running trough open fields; I feel them go past by me as I get lost in her stare. Her body invites me to g


One more night...I watch to you spend the days, always sleeping in our bed, you no longer watch to me, you no longer feel to me, Its like I am only a shadow to you. Perhaps you remember me? Do you know where I am? It seems that I no longer matter to you.One more night...
My days go by the same, having the same impotence, I want to leave but the power of the love I feel for you doesnt let me. I feel trapped between two worlds. On one hand I have the security that gives me seeing you every day, but the coldness of your treatment pushes me onto another world.
What I would give to be trapped