Mi infancia recorre extraviada los laberintos del tiempo y no sé de mí, me refugio en los segundos, antesala a la media noche.

Veo la isla prominente flotar en el espejo de la mar.

Vuela el nido del deseo primitivo en el ápice de la lengua, tal cual, Placer de René Magritte. Imaginaba a los caníbales, al fuego colorido, los círculos y las perlas, a la geometría empírica. Debí tener la sensación del desvarío y del humo del esqueleto, de las plumas, del movimiento de las nubes.

MYTH ON THE ISLAND

After explaining with words, I prefer that the images burn, like a forest fire, in the fantasy of your mind. I have lost myself in the fantastic flight of Juan Salvador Gaviota, and I have crashed against the Blue, on the deep blue of the blue, magical and sublime sea of ​​Cruz Salmerón Acosta, and I have seen with pain in my eyes, the phantasmagorical illusion of the brush of El Bosco.

My childhood strays through the labyrinths of time and I don't know about myself, I take refuge in the seconds, before midnight.

I see the prominent island floating in the mirror of the sea.

Fly the nest of primitive desire at the apex of the tongue, just like, Pleasure by René Magritte. He imagined cannibals, colorful fire, circles and pearls, empirical geometry. I must have had the sensation of the drift and the smoke of the skeleton, of the feathers, of the movement of the clouds.

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Gracias por su lectura, hasta pronto, les deseo muchos éxitos.

Thank you for reading, see you soon, I wish you all the best.