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142. NAZCA LINES
142. NAZCA LINES
NAZCA LINES From infinity The earth opens its airports. The lizard awaits the traveler The elusive asterisks of this trip sparkle him.
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The men in red and black Biased to ties. The toad's eyes, the flattened beak, the square limbs, And the sevens. Rising to thirst of this blast of fire, By the handles and the borders, Climbing the suspension bridge. Take one of them to toast the chicha, By being, And welcome the other being. Hands of three.
Reaching for the mouth With his fingers orthogonal to his curved and disjointed arms. Hands that, Bandages your fingers, To tape the space, From the stranger, the man: tight image of pilots; Of orderly vines falling; enigma of instants. In front of the bald head and the cap of the wavy amorphous. The flowers are to receive The ancestral memory virus, The stars are to remember the vision lost in the afterlife; Star puppets, Giving us his drink Sidereal, of instants, The match, Flow Of shocking pangs Welcome.
