Nieves Fuenzalida
I slowly resfalé my historical tree ... a mimosa yellow? ... A red maple? ... taking me by the vines that my predecessor left me ... I played with my feet atavistic land ... that was dark and swampy ... I punched a mosquito ... I got sick ... I fought to pass the limits of the disease ... I realized that I left her with something that had not drunk before ... ideas ... that rode mounted on white cells of the tops of scaly skin on my body full of hair ... I took a stone and threw it into space ... I was afraid because I do ... I hid in a cave under a mountain full of flowers ... but also poisonous scorpions ... I was filled with desire that led me to draw on the cave walls of my prison ... I walked slowly toward the entrance with fear ... where he saw a bright light and clear ... I found the dawn ... And here I am now looking for water on the moon ... after destroying my Universe!
Nieves.
Ottawa, Ontario, July 7, 2010.
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