Lo quemaría, pero no quiero olvidar sus marcas de dientes.

Se dice que la miel nunca envejece, siempre es un desastre.

Crueldades casuales atrapados en la miel ámbar

suddenly

completely

compassion

compassion

the hard edge of acceptance blooms

softens

like every bed of flowers

release

morning always rises from the east

brazen and brilliant

before that the world is dirt and bone, LHK,

difficult and beautiful

cold

the sky is immense

the silence holds a million candles

still

as ever