AÓRATOS -Invisible-

I crumple papers I throw them at the stake I toss dirt to put out the fire while I silence my voice

If one day I dream that I dress in turquoise would the sea warn you that I am here?

I'm not transparent I just keep silence I protect hearts of bitters and sweat

But don't fool yourself my soul also yearns it needs your water being who I am

-Mi Retratito Poetry-