You'll get used soon to be quiet. He traveled to Orizaba. No one needs to know that what is going to move. On the journey you forget that you leave and then seek without finding. Memory loss and that feeds the pain that comes after. Not the current feeling of fatigue. In the garden looked snakes shedding skin. Shy burying your trip. Pushed the red earth. A skin drops slowly and it hurts. We were going to Papantla, in Tecolutla that sea grave Mexican Gulf encouraged you to suicide and life. How can you want two things at once. A woman travels. Where the emphasis. In love. In the stars. In names. That night, wanted to pull the skin that you brought the city: walking between the rust walked city overwhelmed by thoughts.
