the wolf chases the flock,
while the flock follows the footsteps leading to the unknown stars
like the alphabetical order, he demands discipline
the flock crosses over mountains and marshes,
going down, going down
while the predator draws on
like a black hole
of cruel compassion and absolute patience
he sits on the moon
and he waits…..
for the flock to raise
your anatomy
The incandescent figures complement each other,
the serenade of love,
the moving sea of our souls,
they wither but they don´t die..
As they are light,
finished in each stone,
conscience of tireless time
tiredness added to a mirage of image and resemblance,
added to nowadays deafness
In the inside it rains
without the blood noticing,
transfusion of forgotten veins that you discarded,
they end up disappearing in the red fire,
in replicant ashes
Essence without memories,
naked and still,
brings us back
to our own self
