poem (Jaime

Under the table is my soul,



on the cupboard is my heart,


in the drawer is my thought,


and in the wind is the love.

My journey to freedom (Menna Elfyn style's) Alvaro

Walls, doors, railings,

Orders, voices, cries.

Smoke, sweat, asphalt,

Ochre, black, gray,

I leave the city behind

I run away from everything and everyone

I look my way. I want to be alone.

An old man who is spending time

he says I'm going too fast

but the walls are falling

although I remain the same.

Road to where you taking me?

Green, air, earth.

I breathe in freedom