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We were among those hundred innocent feet wheeling through the clouds of dusts.  So close that someone shouted to stop the angry phalanx from advancing the gates. We were young bloods then. Brave as a collective force ululating vignettes about homeless families, starving peasants, weak indigents, landless tribes, friends of disappeared and the exiled.   [...]

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His muffled voice breaks the long stretches of silence while his hand guided young and untrained hands practicing calligraphy.   Watchful and demanding precision of copied texts exacting translation. As he unbuckles the leathery tome of secrets in a wooden chest. Tradition, theology and religion. Diaries, recipes, scientific notations.   Inventories, census, receipts. Readings of [...]

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I wonder how silent the trees are under the canopy of the rainforest, waiting for the old wood- giving way a piece of heaven for the young to claim a space. That’s how we are.   The rules reign supreme in this cycle- a jungle called life. They are the ones who had been there [...]

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These wasteful hours in the museum hall exhibiting the exploits, critics alike are flocking over, in desperate attempt unlocking digesting the meaning of a mystery to which is none. Blabber-mouthing platitudes and bloated praises. The body of work.   You will see how this culture of patronage drains the penniless, being subjects fallen prey- caged [...]

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Someone had it written clear- that one should not just keep pacing on this earth, like a  somnambulist do. Instead, he should lay beside the grass. Ears close to the ground hearing faint sounds and whispers coming from the earth’s bosom.   Hearing how the rhythmic breath of stillborn seeds of coniferous trees waiting to [...]

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To Pablo Neruda

I write these letters in smoke. They are fog to the starry night of the south where you existed,   circumnavigated the world, then extinguished as a flame, long before I was born.   You said you had lived in the springtime among the cherry blossoms of the west. While here on this island, I [...]

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In the distance after the crash-   strong winds lingers cold. Unsettling the desert,   a constant epic battle. Forgotten.   Silent torment   gathering storm clouds. Marching sound of thunder and lightning invading sky.   World in sepia fragile scenes- blanket of dust and scarlet tide. Flames embers cinders ashes fall fall   Fall.

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