I* watch him while he tells a story. And how he gets excited

when he's about to get to the good part, and I just sit there and

listen to him. As if he were the only person in the room. To me,

that's happiness.


-*Sandoval

I loved  you. In the same way I loved  literature, now the

inspiration is gone and so are you. Whats left of me, a beating

pen with no sonnets no sounds, no syllables but the mere

memory of a daydream.


*Sandoval

He* named a star after me not knowing I gave birth to them.


*-Sandoval

We could move away together, and be happy. Fall asleep with the stars, crack open a bottle of wine and gaze at each other for fun, this could be it. You and I, together against time, for the rest of our lives.


*-Sandoval

I* saw my reflection in the glass that I lifted to my face. It was the

reflection of a drunken disappointment,  and this red wine tasted

like  loneliness and sad  poetry. I don't know what you did to

me, but

Hemingway,  Neruda and Fitzgerald all went down in history,

and I'm starting to understand why. Unrequited love. One  more sip

and the next drunken  poet is me.


*-Sandoval

Time* always takes but never gives. And, if you ask me what you were to me. You were a watch on my wrist.

*-Sandoval

Tame* the fire inside my soul but please, don't extinguish it.
*-Sandoval