Soledad barefoot,
drawn on trails,
broken of abandonments.
Infinity thresholds,
that shows his shame,
behind each fright.
Hugs from lagoons
with memories
of the taste of the wounds.
Clods of cornered floors,
generous in time
and on the road.
Sides of the world
spilled with hunger
on the painful field.
Open pores like mouths
who undress
to the skin when it trembles.
Foot cribs
moistened by the
clamor of eye witnesses.
Cardboard hands in the pudores
and voice of blood
with absence root.
Kissed of rains,
laurel
and smoke emptied.
Confused stars
dye of mercy
his outraged hands.
Seeds tangled in the wind
scattered on flowers
bites of silence.
Rage of the trampled earth
that cracks in the children
of the color of the waits.
Wandering legends
of men without names
through the ways of infamy.
Lying Supplications
on the mantle of Christ
devoured at the table.
Sunflower seeds of dreams
incubated on the vera
from another story.
Singings of the lonely earth,
that die again and again,
in the lost echo of a story.
Masts
of submerged patriots
that look out,
by the light of candles.
Chips of the early sun,
stuck in the bellies,
while the oblivion drips
in the back room of life.
Prison air flights,
that flee with thirst
facing time .....
To be satisfied in the
memory and hope.
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