found
realized my passport was not where i thought it was on monday. looking through old sketch books to see if i had stored it in them, i found versions of some old poems/ pre-versions that i dont really remember writing... una noche, mujer, yo te so~e. con piernas tempestuosas salias del rio y con ojos estrellados mirabas hacia horizontes desconocidos. tus pies decian todo. y te fuiste a extraviar en valles q solo habias navegado una vez, cuando no existia mas que tu ombligo