I filled the corners with lavender and lemongrass,

let the ficus grow disheveled,

keep watering my olive tree hoping to see a tiny sprout.

In my pantry there is no shortage of lemons and some serrano peppers.

Or habanero

Or morita

Or guajillo

In this house there are plenty of watercolors and imaginary beings

Here my laughter takes refuge and the sun caresses the pupils and pores of those who inhabit it.