Love Love, sometimes I wake up with the feeling that you're still by my side I feel your imaginary kiss touch the corner of my mouth. Over your memory the dark birds nest. My days are sheltered by the depressing fog and life clings to my body like a disease. There is no balsam on earth to heal the wound of loss. The tissue of my skin loses the memory of your hands And I don't know what to do with this feeling that boils inside me. Love, In your silence live the dark call of the sunset loneliness takes over the house. Illegal Before crossing the border before stepping into that hazy land I’ll kiss you as proof of my love and tell you how I learned to love you under the shadows of the trees in our distant Quezaltepeque. Once the strange wind hits us we’ll let ourselves be devoured by the smoke and noise of that damned animal, and if we’re still together we’ll close our eyes and pretend that we’r...