When they peel masks off the eyes split

When they peel masks off the eyes split

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When they peel masks off the eyes split

Write your death with archaic words on rock

Let me hear the rock touch old fires of our breath

To defy gravity rock the world in slow motion

Burning poems written on seascapes under darkness

Found our way by instinct. broke the moon in half

If there are no words. invents them

Softly, so no one will hear

The mask is ripped where the sun is rich

the taproots screwed into you

The unholy fuck pulsates with them

Songs rise in the imagination

the night sky pours stars over

of questions never asked

Her small hands always tipped the scales

the setting sun hung its apron like a ribcage

the trick of knowing when to stop

the red silence licks old wounds born

Started life as a princess in a butcher shop.

Your face floods with innocence I can't wipe off.I want to lie next to you...

Spatial symmetries. Hilma comes to me in my dreams. 

watch roads of light through doorways of breath.

Not in a hurry to go anywhere nor to return

Nobody knows the beginning of journey. where it will end

L I B R I T O  D E L  V I A J E   4 in x 4.75 in. MX, DE, FR, ES, MAR, CA, USA Through visual gestures and words engraved...

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