Lights turn to ashes
nothing tangible remains
but the sign and the memory
something glorious and magnificent
...
'Everything is made in silence. Like
the light inside the eye.'
JAIME SABINES
...
My fingers trap
the essence
of the mustard seed,
Got inside my hand the map
...
Phoenix
Lights turn to ashes
nothing tangible remains
but the sign and the memory
something glorious and magnificent
altering my banality,
the mysterious and magical
confidenciality within
the secret of the released Souls,
What will it be?