Where Is Diana Zubiri?

the Rip

not find another way to bite wound.
cold today. It rained and

city breathed from the ground is only a patina of scabs
and water.
You can not recognize you in any tearful mirror of any car parked in the neighborhood
death where you will find your bags of cocaine.
Needed to forget, to make today, rainy days, day pain, day bite wound ... Tonight

your mouth is dry. Tonight
insomnia, your face pale pills to limits mortuary. Paras
a taxi and say,
there, there, where clearing
limbo, where the error can be costly. Where
forget easily. Where
taste is bitter.
Where the tree is white
and defeat does not come overnight,
night, is to bite wound
/ to bite wound /
and die a little /
at every step /