Homero Aridjis
ladies present and forget the ants travel
silent spaces
dragging lumps of life into the world of shadows
As vampires with open wings on the horizon blur
the lords of death squalid
not cast a shadow on the sandy soil
untouched by wind or time
Among rocks broken
one day end up on one day old sabino
fall without the minimum memory of the gods Bigan
extinct or the humidity became strict
watch the sun dies
slow down the shades on the roads of Monte Alban
sparse and going to the other world bodies and walls
cross with trembling and cold
ruinous in the courtyard on the edge of a grave
a priest shirts with thin frets throws
spectrum on the dust
and design with
bony finger of the constellations as broken
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