Nadia

Nadia no narra nada,
no nace ni nomenclatura
nómada negrura;
Nostrasladamus nos norte,
nuestro nogal natura.
narcisista niega néctar,
Nubia némesis, negus niñura.

Lost game

The game of Hamlet finished est,
Choco
Late expired.
Dessert revenges for the being.
Your print as ambrosia,
A call in all sides
Wise ignored desire.

There isn't pardon;
sorry, it cannot have.
Prostrate black thickness,
Your pale waiting,
my wanted rancor,
empty of return
to the me that I was
Anticipation of the death
in convenient drops,

Your desire, your circle.
my suspensive point
I drink a toast to the shipwreck,
for Ofelia and their knife.
Sunk.

For Morocha 245