NYC

The beauty of the city is the promise
of being part of the extraordinary
the right to have dreams comes with a zipcode
the privilege to be a part of the anti-normal

The poison of the city is it's sweetness
the intoxicating nectar of success
for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of a view 
looking down on other dreamers

The Job

art by Ainara Del Valle Pérez-Solero 

When you reach a bridge
And you're given a choice

A noose
Or gasoline

Grab the gas
Light a match

And get ready to swim