can't believe what a poem in Someone Else's City looks like 

miradas cobardes sin palabras buscando un  

   puente que solo las palabras construyen

para saltar sobre el vacío entre dos cuerpos 

               no envejezcas 

  más corta y excitante que la vida            
                         de una burbuja 

    intentando poner un pie en la tierra 

Sobre nuestras caras el Tiempo se mira en el espejo...de siglo en siglo, aunque nuestra juventud se hace más longeva, seguimos poniéndonos viejos; sin embargo, el tiempo deja de ponerse más joven, sospecho. 

 gramática es como un carro 
 y se puede romper en cualquier momento...

  lo importante es la idea hacia donde va ....

   y muchas veces la idea 

               te hace romper el carro

will it be worthy to exchange my time 
                          for something?

              i saw a woman with only two fingers in              her left hand having lunch 

   she hid it under the table 

     for every second she didn't need it                                         we crossed sights in a second 
                  and understood: 

 she will give everything, 

              even her fertility, 

     for the three missing fingers

                                      it just happened, 
   but it is father than what will happen 

keep your love as a highly private matter, 

        and it will never get diluted 

¿Qué haría con tus ojos que no sea mirarme?

             harmony hates writers; 
   since every time a writer visits it, 
        it is for a short period of time. 
  
              Harmony uses reason; 
    writer live through unrepeated seasons. 

         Me abrió la puerta

     Se abrió la puerta

        O la abrí a patadas  

it isn't about the eyes in my head, 
   but those who are out of the skull 

having a good guitar, a good camera, even having a talent...in short, the most importan element is storytelling...more than ever sharp effects due to technology are seeing, but do they tell something? 

 till we meet again

   killing the seconds of time with my soul

           messing the white with words 

  hoping you kill the black with your smile

  how in this world we live in peaceful time when every human being represents a war?
  yes, human beings are untying from the idea of country, flag and anthem, but the war has become personal...
        we have become individual bombs

       stupid is as stupid does, Forrest Gump.

any point of view on Donald Trump is acceptable and can be defended.  

         there is not one journalist who can outsmart what seems to be his  straightforward rhetoric.

     At this point, no one can stop Trump, but Trump himself.

   I feel sorry for her in this interview.

  defy the eyes 

you will be forced to create your own inferno 
                and asked where is heaven 

 a third 'swing and a miss' didn't 
                         strike me out  

  in writing classes, we all fought for the last chairs; yeap, writers position themselves to see the world in front; there is nothing, really nothing, more uncomfortable than a person standing behind a writer, even though he/she is blind.  

     worried about how it will end, 

              when one will never see it; 

             one is always a beginner, 

           while the others are one's end 

When I read a biography,

   I have the impression it's lying

        but when I read fiction,

     it is all about the truth