Come on guys, you are the sun that warms these modern days, wake up!
Go to the meeting with a breeze tune.
A rag covers your face, they are the consequences of dying with every step on the asphalt, there where you sit until you grow old quickly.
An old man who lives longer than we do, for he wakes up singing in the fields, his clothes are feathers that let him fly through these lands and your lands and mine and those of all the others who wake up.
Feed the birds and you will see that you wake up, and you see and breathe and love and you will see the truth of being free in like a rock that flies from its resting place where it sleeps.
Speaking of the whale, when will it give a verse to the platoon? that platoon that shoots the lights that give their first pinnacles in the great net, that is another story, today we only hear the song of the old man, remember the old man? that old man of sweet words.
Sweet is the candy that warms the earth, gives its strength to the little ones, the playful little carajitos of the block, yes, remember? the neighbors those who disliked you as a child, but now his sister is the mother of your children, who cooks the guarapo that warms your belly in the morning at every wake.
Yes, this is why the hell we can not leave that word sown in the garden, so that tomorrow its fruits feed your belly, belly, again I tell you, be a child again and go with faith, faith in that new way that will remove the rag from your face and take away the plague of this pandemic.
I give you that exquisite corpse, new child you're waking up...
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Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.
Location: Villa de Cura.