The thread of your voice
spreads and tightens by
the walls,
I can feel your pulse.
Your cheeks are connected
to another universe.
I think I fell into the trap
of your marked galaxies
in your right eye.
Photography by Abel Ibañez G.

The thread of your voice
spreads and tightens by
the walls,
I can feel your pulse.
Your cheeks are connected
to another universe.
I think I fell into the trap
of your marked galaxies
in your right eye.
Photography by Abel Ibañez G.