Suitecase Suite #15

I am a broken vessel 

that can not 

hold

the water of

your 

e

m

o

t

i

o

n

s

.

I am a bird of clay

without wings

without voice.

Your sound 
awakens

vice.

Black 

is the cloud

that envelopes me.

Cold is the air I breathe.

I am a broken vessel 

that can not 

hold

the depth of

your 

e

m

o

t

i

o

n

s

Tu m'

Suitcase Suite: #12

We've conquered the air

or

has the air conquered us?

I jump on a plane

and

I rush to see you,

kiss the lips

that produce

this voice

I love so much,

see the eyes

I like to see

my reflection on,

touch the fingers

I love to hide

in the most secret

crevices

of my body.

Suitcase Suite: #11

He sailed away

then sailed back

then sailed away again...

He comes and goes

with the tide,

he brings with him

a wave of "soedad".

We meet and say hello

then

goodbye

till we meet again

and

in between

the time

fills

with

voices.

His voice

My voice

 turn into thin air.

Air that moves

the sails

of our ships

keeping us going

untill we meet again