They all flew around the light ... All except her. Why do not you enjoy the love of the lamppost? I'm in love with the moon. We all have the mark of our love. The moon will not mark you. The moth did not understand the reasons and every night she flew... .... and flew... Leer más →

Oh pequeño emperador sin orbe, conquistador sin patria, mínimo tigre de salón, nupcial sultán del cielo de las tejas eróticas. (Grande Pablo Neruda: original)