FOR MY ONLY PARTNER BODDAH: Standing remember the fallen on the road, tired to follow without history, forgotten in a tree path. I will go so far that the memory dies shattered on the stones of the road, I will remain the same pilgrim penalty inside out and smile. That look round and strong a magical pass crutch dodged my craving every goal by becoming tangent vector. And I did not see you not looking for, rosy bullfighter my happiness, inviting with dismissive air. Something is living in the stone green dawns sister your silence manes scandalized the royal tombs. You hurt the heart indifferent pickaxe a wise boring glasses and hit you face the offense procaz the stupid Oh! a gringo tourist. But you have something alive. I do not know what it is, Jungle offering you a hug log and even mercy Spider roots. A huge zoo shows pin where you turn on your temples to the throne, and you do not die yet. What force keeps you, beyond the centuries, living, breathing and youth? What god blows at the end of the day the vital breath in your wake? Does jocundo tropical sun be? Why not do it in Chichen Itza? Will the youthful embrace of the forest or the melodious birdsong? And why you sleep more deeply at Quirigua?
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 09:04:46 +0000
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