Faces
poema de Estrategia del escorpión
keep the message
in proportion
browse the mind
in devotion
hear the ripples
underwater
sweep the riddles
of the crater
it's the dream up
in the hill
make it have
some grip
run my little
run in tides
let's create
some ties
run my little
among fields
cross in
ancient rigs
with ourselfs
upon the shore
say it loud,
no words
start the journey
in one stride
low your shoulders,
drop your pride