The best Latin lines from the corpus.

Rain hammers on the roof like a countdown

What if I forget the salt of your tears in the masa?

Cold phone face-down in the same blue cup

Silver prayer on hardwood floor

Now nobody's watching is exactly the point

Wet asphalt holding its breath

This silver between leaving and arriving

But my hands were empty

The lie sits heavy as unswallowed medicine

The lie sits heavy as medicine unswallowed

But silence is the greater ache

But the spinning is the only honest thing

I thought I dropped it / But it was already falling

Holding your purse while you dance

Then that song ambushes me through the ceiling tiles

Soy la boca that speaks what they died keeping quiet

The wooden spoon knows the rhythm of survival

Silver prayer I didn't know

Like wine stains on white / Like loving what leaves

Still holding nothing

But my hips remember how we moved that night

These are the hands that fed striking workers

Dropped glass caught hanging in the space between / The letting go and the sound that hasn't happened

Same shape as the space you left

still the man who measures moments by the weight they'll leave behind

Like loving your suitcase by the door

But what if out ain't where I want to be

Sono diventato due uomini in una gola sola

Her number's saved under "Don't"

against every hill like it was personal