Estoy aquí. Sobre mí
se agigantan las luces
produciendo en su compás
haces de sombras que se agrupan.
Here I am. Over me
bigger and bigger the lights become
in their beat creating
beams of shadows gathered they have.
In a quiet summer afternoon the crystal inside, my eyes in and out of my body, decided to look for a mirror and there it was. Where a stream of life sprang. There my eye remained when I turned to check the machine of light: into the water, made of wood and liquid element. But the arms of my world -or is it the world of others?- began to bloom to set my head, there, yes there, over colour, light and shadows, shape and texture. And my pupils have flown, into the picture, and there, there they were, two figures in a the shade, of a summer afternoon, from the lenses into nature. Superb figures in full apathy towards the self-centered creatures that danced around trying to embrace nature, but with flesh arms. And the arms of nature with their ducked-pupils were there and into the watered crystal of my lenses they came. There it was, the long-armed eyes, of nature. My eyes have turned wooden-ducked eyes.