1.-Above our knives Poem by Dolores Dorantes

"1.-Above our knives. May they come. May other masks recognized worldwide come to give you some prize. May they come disguised as volcano or jungle. As purified water. As telephone or thirst. May they come simulating possession of fuel and breathing. May minds unite with the disguise of presidency. Questions for girls. That life sustained in the codes. May he disguised as art come to kiss our petals. Our masks will lick their masks and we'll keep everything for ourselves. May that one come too, she disguised as light, and also that other, she disguised as rain."