How Long Do Salmon Fillets Stay Fresh

Seeking the dead of my past

to seize

each of them,

I leave eight letters

-Pledge-

and assaulted the city

leading

our blood in every corner

; of the streets.

I seize their wandering souls
the sole purpose of

imprison

mental cage.

The desire of torture

while my dry lips, invade

omens

; of my dead.

Teller family sins

-My sins,

and see

dissipate in the path he took Ulysses

; to get to hades.

papers are wrinkled

of our memory,

ink tired of my words

dried on the asphalt of the city Roma. Bamboleo

coins

; Shawl-spent-

turn my feet Flemish

read the bodies of my ancestors

augur literature

books,

of these times.