Black clouds plume over the capital and the ash starts to fall Grey snow, Black rain in the summer streets 60 hours burning, death creeps into homes through the cladding Flames dance through corridors Human cost, stay put, no profit loss Blood and ash on the hands of landlords We still bleed by the month for the privilege of living in a time...Learn More

Press that bloodstain to my chapped and faded lips As if though contact i could regain myself Carve your initials, stay claim to my flesh I never wanted this prison of meat and bone With my poets' lips, oven-blue and glistening Resent myself for learning how to sing inside a bell jar: "Yo soy la reina de los huesos, yo soy la reina del infierno,...Learn More