Poems from MarianaEspinosa
I am a the quietude of an independent will
Who has been one acquainted with the snares of tongues tips
Automaton to its vices leading
With...
Why did I let you in?
You dreaded burglar of all
I was feeling so lonely
Lonely, crying into my knees, curled up like a ball
And now...
I shoved that brown box in the back of my closet
Fading slowly from sight
It was a century in a box full of life's deposit
The photographs...
One of my desires is that those insecurities,
So rusted and worn they scarcely show displease.
Were not as twere the merest thoughts of...
Do not fight glory of ancestor might
New ages should rejoice hispanic life
Sing, singing in the mariachi night
Maria and Roberto know...