Stopped by the wayside    
by the heaviness of the bag deposited    
I made a hole in the abdomen    
and the sand spurted out    
full of injured vowels and consonants.        
 
As the mineral effusion    
of the funnel of places    
to the curvature of the soul    
the words stuck to the hair    
of the injured animal that was entrusted to me.        
 
The Silence cried the flight of the spirit    
and the open hand offered the fade    
lines and roundness    
one to two    
the little girl metamorphosed into skipping.        
 
Nothing at the end    
the lacy look behind the eyelashes    
directed the lost walker    
towards the Compostela of his wandering    
only banquet of the day.        
 
D'algarade point    
the resting horses knocked their shoes    
under the regulated tooth of the poplars of the hedge    
shaken with force crackles    
by the verifiers of absolute.        
 
 
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