How To Remove Exhaust From Moped

CAMILA WORKING LINES (Meeting between 4TH workshops)

dreamed that I could not move,
the threads would not let me,
clung to me all the time.



is like a boat moored in the port


AWAKENING

same dream.
This time, the threads holding me tighter.
marked my skin,
were rusted chains.


LIGHT

A fuzzy picture fuzzy

sixteenth note, eighth note, white, black.

She, like an omen, away from me. Yonder
black eyes,
Me, her hair raised.

Forever ...