Oda a mi iPod

Mi iPod es alucinante Negro como boca de labo Plateado metálico Sonidos que calman Muchos recuerdos Escucho cada día Blues tranquilo Rock clásico Melodías alternativas Macanudo

Ode to my Socks

Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks that she knitted with her Shepard hands two socks soft like rabbits. In them I placed my feet like in two cases knitted with thread of twilight and sheepskin. Violent socks, my feet were two fish of yarn, two large sharks of blue ultramarine to go through [...]

Ode to Bird Watching

Now To look for birds The heights of iron branches In the wood The thick Fertility of the ground Is wet The world Shines Rain or dew, tiny star In the leaves Fresh is the morning Mother Earth The Air Is like the River That shakes The silence Smells of rosemary Of spare And roots [...]

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