i love the sounds of this poem. the fluidness of it. you're from mexico? god, i can't write like that in spanish. hell, i can barely keep a B in that class. lol.
Inahle the scent of stone tombs declaring your fate
A sign, an orphan bled to stay, now kiss your lovers life away
The winds mopping the rotten corpse on her grave
thats my fav. part..i like how the description gives you a realistic sense of death..