Queda claro que esto no se trata de un poema.

Amazed as truth, like western spaces,

roughly nine & a half glasses

A record collection comes to life when it is played to others.

and I wonder, in what language am I supposed to express this passage?

Where does the invisible come from?

A chili's spiciness scientifically measured

Computers used to be rooms where you could walk into.

Esta mañana amanezco con un velo sobre el ojo.

A cut-out frame opens up the microscopic

Over the photograph of the whole beach (the abandoned amusement park behind), a lonely bird.

Giving, I think the poet meant, without expecting anything.