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Yavi, Jujuy, Argentina
I'm there. From that image I salute you. Did not you see? I am the sky crying, rain and hits you. Praise thee, and I applaud you framed. And you know it and I'm smiling. I'm rocking. I gave birth, I sigh, I kiss you. Until fall and kicking. Tapping it spills and bite. Then bleed you, I bleed and I sink beneath the ground. I sleep in silence. I close my eyes, the darkness surrounding me. Until a firefly light on and want. I ask for light. Implore light. More light. Dame more. It explodes. I glare. Overwhelm me, I burn, I get tired. To break the silence, the vessels and the walls. 
I
grass chokes, comes out, is flooded and can swim the breast. The mud where you stand, that you dirty, you clean, feed you. Slip me whiplash cry. I get up, dry, clean me. And whenever I fall. I work up, disarmed me. Disarmed me, I work up. Lift a stone, keep it in my pocket, my fingers wet. I keep in my pocket. I hang around your neck, you bite my shoulder. I kiss this freedom, this peace. I have you in this world, in all these shots. I am one of these colors, I am alone in this mess. In this, my eternal sway of lights and darks, I'm slides, carousels I am trampolines, hammocks and springs. I am the silence you calm, angry bankrupt you. I am the smile that lifts you, the tears that you crashing to the ground, which disfigures you, and that makes you fly. I am water, I am fire. Salto, I rise, flight, I break. And back. Stumble, I cry and laugh. I do, I fall apart. I think, me ruined. Respite. I'm drowning. Sigh. Dream.  |
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