1.

I've become my knees

part of this family

as many cots as songs, experiences

even if it’s fictional fragments…

Words of thanks yesterday

They become fumes tomorrow.

is often difficult to take

Obligations

two sections for each...

unelected responsibilities

carry a heavy load;

I've always cared for others

until I forgot.

2nd

A grandmother around her

owning a hat

However, work is free

It doesn't have enough dignity.

If you fit in a kitchen.

so much tenderness,

patience and young children

echo of the sobs...

“For others to accompany us,

I would like to know the time and

if you have strength…”

has not been asked the question

He can't answer no.

3.

Although it can understand love

each in a thousand ways

half a century of marriage

after, stalking each other

plentiful anger and

hugs so rarely

He doesn't know how to appreciate once

I missed it now.

in a collision with us

thousand bits have given birth

the last stage of their lives;

before we slept

Today, in every bed.

4.

Old photos of Mesannox

It has yellow corners.

we've been drunk just like us

time memories

our beds on the dark night

They look like graves.

where they were lost in other times

The gloris on the sheet?

Falls in routine

my most hidden desires

He's stolen the goods.

What the tongue couldn't tell

Save the clitoris.

5.

I've
devoured it all my life

sort of curiosity

what I had and what corresponded to me

I think it was the best thing.

What I was and would like

couldn't tell

adopted the form of dreams

crack between the walls

all decreased

though from time to time I was returning from zero

incipient

My fears have made it

Temptation is in danger.

6.

I've seen them as a danger.

error options

taking the trouble for others to treat me

expected attitudes.

Seventy years

women who are so kind

have forgotten to look at those on the side

What did he want for himself?

Evolution of the years

It's opened inside me.

fighting trenches

up to now never

questions I have not dared.

7.

Keeping the shape of hooks often

is a question in the symbol;

the desire to change in balance and

hope in fear.

The future isn't, the past

I have my hand in the palm of my hand.

housework

so much on orchard land

It's not all gold there.

I'm tired of tattooing you

now about blatant

my head is unknown

in front of the mirror.

8.

Knowing the unknown

It's legitimate to me.

firstly, all clearly

I'll tell Joxe

then around the table

Sitting with your children:

“I’ve burst and left,

I can't go on like that.

I have suffered too much…”

Often a change doesn't have

what to be abyss

it may be late

If it's not too late.