I escape to a corner of this world

I accompany with me my most beautiful things

So that I do not remain alone

In that corner

I construct a little house

That fits only me

I arrange a room for writing

And a room for drinking tea with my shadow

And another room to receive the ghosts of my girl friends

And another room to finish in it

Sculpturing my awaiting dreams

I retrieve myself from that corner

Every time I imagine

That a dream has materialized for me

And knocked on my door.