Saturday, January 21, 2017



        Invisibles jiggle
in the cauldron of history.

Those who do not remember
the name of their president

hide in their houses
between pages of deleted files

in the Networks where they trap
their own legends. Tomorrow

is the last day of the arid void
of their deserts, tombs

where animals that do not know
how to become extinct lie preserved forever.

        Invisibles stirred
the cauldron of history

over the flames where their legends burned ...

now the cooling hands of women.

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