She whispers, “this time you should try and remember me”
knowing that I am a liar and she is my grace
with one steady hand caressing my face,
her fingertips lightly drag over my stubble.
I haven’t shaved since 5a.m…
Living in my car again,
(looking like a discouraged friend)
the light in my eyes radiates and shines;
like a lantern under a basket,
a lamp in the closet,
the fuel light on my dashboard.
Gracias mi santa Sofia
Necesito la sabiduría