Can You Repair Snow Boots With Rubber Cement

burst your silver wings
in the foam of my imaginary
beach blur the old looms
horizon where it lay your sun each twilight.

where you left your swell
the same sneaks
my fearful costs.

remember tibiesa
sand in my bare feet
to be innocent of your beaches, your sand.

to be the angry wind
who rode fierce your path
your surf
roamed free without an owner.

tide splashes of memories I

absence of feelings.

We have learned to fly like birds, swim like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living like brothers ... Martin Luther King