Comments about Luis Escobar
We all have a bird inside of us,
who sings from the first moments of life.
Some of our can sing operatically over the grandest orchestras,
with the flowing allure of a springtime dress.
Others can hardly chirp a simple melody,
over a silent wind.
And for those who can hardly chirp,
yet crave for that singing songbird to burst out their chest.
The persuasions of patterns on the golden road,
seem to entice them the most.
So you’ll down that last shot.
Inhale the most toxic fumes.
Fall to your knees and shout to the sky.
While covering your bird in tar ...