Scream
Wounded! of blood on the arm (on the)leg.
Help! Here Here
Help! Help! Crazy, I know the gun
that hurts me and I think
about the smell
of the wounded roses
in the morning.
And I see the fright
that wounds his purity.
And you always there.
And you always killing.
And you, come here
(and) forget the water
that keeps coming back.
microstructures by a confined present and the virus. The water that keeps coming back. 2020