October - Ajo Galván

The quiver of the incertitude.

Loose animals not allowed.

You won’t turn me cynical.

Citizen

You left patience behind and took the knife.

It is not that I don’t want to see the sun but it is very dark.

Scars hurt when it rains

May I borrow your lantern?

We are sinking so deep we will develop gills.

Insecurity, always trying to make me fall.

You never found the poetry.

I hope it will be worth the effort.