November - Ajo Galván

I hope this is the right one.

Flags aren’t edible.

You are so concerned about our souls that I’m afraid you are going to sell them.

It has changed.

What a masterful way to twist reality!

Never again voiceless.

It’s only a shadow but I can make it fly.

I won’t fall easily.

I had to let my new skin grow.

If mouths are shut, fists will talk.

We are supporting them.

I embrace my loneliness.