Atrocious story coming, In whose hands we are, how many traps must contrive to keep living life? Manual de infractores J.M. Caballero Bonald The world is already sold. We are all permanent residents, no other place to go. La sociedad sitiada Zygmunt Bauman
Poems about desire, solitude, work, attitude to the storm and loss. Speaking of bans, language, travel, hypocrisy, of enemies, of hedgehogs, lessons, zippers, the flies, the chains, the corrupt. A singing poems against the monotony of sadness, stumbling against the cowardice, the standards, in favor of the magic, the senses, the bites, despite the prices, the scavengers, the suspicions, the blindness, tracks , the certainties, the shells, the ways to die, finger to finger, because there's always a reason: fear white sheep.