My skin is thicker than you think I will survive our time in New Orleans Your kiss was never enough kiss Your fears were hurdles on our bliss The radiant brides of rue Dauphine The golden glare of tubas on the street The soulful singers and the sad bartenders at the Maple Leaf The Vegas […]

The uruguayan Dressed in their autumn colors All year long

I see Lisbon through your eyes I wanna live in Lisboa I want to walk across the bridge over your Tejo to find you there waiting for me to show me something to tell me stories of conquerors and ravens of magic birds and vinho verde When you sing for me driving in your car […]

Poema que escribí al enterarme de la muerte (nunca muere, en verdad) de Eduardo Darnauchans, estando lejo de Uruguay.

Poem on how I didn´t go see a beautiful place in Turkey strangely connected to my origins