This space
that opens like a sky
is to sing
in the language they know
in the form of the word
in the letter
I pronounce your name
in oil on the canvas
I sing
with my voice
with my color
Wind meat
lips of cloud
navel without winter
I am here
I get up
every morning
I make a toast with the first ray
of Helius
You're the genius azure
for to be the writer perfect
of this tonight
this time
in this story
this avatar.
Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo
Pintura: Óleo de la serie "Sueños Prohibidos" de Luis Alarcon Mendoza
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