este enredo...

de masa,  hilo y papel,... 

que no es otra cosa que un quiste...

me viene horadando y trato de expulsarlo de la mejor manera,

como amigo..., porque unas veces...

alguna de sus caras me acaricia, pero otras...

sus ásperas cáscaras me roe las entrañas y me sangra por

dentro, como si se tratara de esos cristales que viajan en los 

canales, testimoniando la travesia en su recorrido,

ese enredo... descuartizado

ese enredo...

de masa, de hilo y de papel...

lo exorcizo...

this mess ...
of dough, thread and paper, ...
which is nothing other than a cyst ...
It comes piercing me and I try to expel it in the best way,
as a friend ... because sometimes ...
some of their faces caress me, but others ...
Its rough shells gnaw at my guts and bleeds from
inside, as if it were those crystals that travel in the
channels, witnessing the journey on its way,
that mess ... dismembered
that mess ...
of dough, of thread and of paper ...
I exorcise it ...