We men are made of night

covered by a thin layer of day.

That’s why, if we close our eyes tightly,

we can see the starry firmament and the delicate

geometry of the constellations

expanding in our interior.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Not so long ago that we came out

of the sea.

In fact, our blood’s composition

reminds us of salty water

and all we have could realized how when the positions

of sun, earth and moon coincide in the same axis

the spring tides that burst in our interior

rise till to flood our mood

and leave, on withdrawal, our brain

plenty of memories,

as spoils on

the beach.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Humans and chimpanzees

share ninety nine percent of

their genetic material.


In the remaining one percent find

we poets

the little star

that make us write

what the rest of body



Hence you will see,


that the monkey’s faces I make

and that make you to laugh so much

don’t prevent me from taking you for a walk

by the martian fields of the time

nor to climb to the hills of the earth

to see from above

the ground from what we come

and what we return.






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