Did I transfigure myself into infinite reflections? Turn up, you, unicorn! As I'm taking no opportunities of dying without fighting, I continue my incubation into something larger, stronger... Stab me with truth! My opened eyes have been always a waste, blind to the last cell. So what if I bleed my art and my ideas in pools in the Puna? Just to see their perfume in the airs, glittering, the night of a sole, whole moon. This is my inmortal place! This are my wings! Light! Rocks! Feathers out and I'm lighter.
Because...
Because...
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario