Place of Demons
My homeland is a spinning dilemma
nightly shipwreck of passion
tomorrow descends like
the archeologist of the cosmos
like pollen over the neighborhoods
of the rock and the grass
demonic earth filled with lighted foliage
soil that stirs
words decay sauntering in the infinity
the fleshless body of a destination runs wild
absorbing watery waves
what is saved in the ruins of an echo
futile undulations and allegories
Libros Libertad 