I carry usless wishes that perturb my thoughts heavey sacks of memories disturbing my peace frightening the occassion with dilated pupils...The Owl of my nights reminds me of sorrows of the past that's gone Pointless ideas now nest in the pillow of yesterdays dreams like phantoms emerging from the dephts of the unconcious subterranean rivers or deep wells consuming the water of caves silent roots turbulent questions that don't disapear Desires at the edge of my being flickering the thoughts, the wishes to touch you and to have you in the now... These usless desires that matters while lasting like a shooting star. I am carring my soul, dreaming while awake in the silent hours of life , trying to sleep!

Manuel Tovar