Toparch
Motionlessness incorporating stability
immortalizes the melody of the tree
whitewashed dawn
suddenly in the finch’s song
orchestra of swaying blades of grass
faraway island concurs
nothing is sweeter than
the wind’s embrace
the tree: an anchorite
amid immobile rocks and
swaying blades of grass
wish they had the last word
painter’s vision
in substratum and upon the immense sky
equanimity of earth between
two archangels: colors and lines
Libros Libertad 