Hector Castells

sun despite the fight,                                                                                                  speed against your spite….

forgiveness against pride, forests against                                                            sides……………………………………………….

two many lights are burning in the ceiling,                 just my own disabled flame&my tricky foreign accent ….                                                 
I was running proud towards the safety shore, when I found the crack in my own core

so I defy the lie, I’ve deflied the insult….                                                    

all diseases were discussing eternity in my kitchen, running wild as headless chickens                                                      

the moon was shining, the fight was raising                                                                    I said the wrong numbers in the wrong orders, tidals were waning                                   emergency services were kind of lashing.

the collapse of our attic, the hectic tic of the spirits                                            personality disorders, lonely radars in the borders…..