Yo me mando mis cagadas, 
pero cuando no me valoras.. 
no te asombres porque mirá

ya no estoy.

I am attracted to the idea
of your lips
exploring my body
as if it were a map
and you kept getting lost
on purpose

You turn it all away
I guess its true, it's never too late
Still I don't know what to do today
why can't I set you free?
will you do the same for me?

"woman

do not wait for a poet

you are already poetry"