Ambivalent

A window opens

Flickering words

I delete ambivalent messages,

I keep an empty inbox.

Synchronism

When time resumes its errors

I'll meet you there in the virtual

lost electrodes

Finding each

Kinesthesia

I am a fast cursor that follows

The heavy light that carries your face

When I feel the nodes

Tangled in my stereotype body

I became a slow, tired mind

That shuts down.