Malú lives in a forest,
She carries a Chinese saber on her back.
She has done some braids
you write poems,
swim between the eucalyptus leaves.
She is not scared. Because Malú is not like that.
He is not afraid of the dead that walk the earth.
Malú and Sergio dance on a canvas
colored with the fragrance
of unexpected youth.
She lives in a forest
She lights incense that are torches.
The filigree that emerges from the ashes.
Her arm writes in a notebook similar to mine.
She doesn't have stairs her notebook.
Because she learned the art of floating with words.
I remember her with raven hair below her shoulders.
Sometimes I wake up with her smile.