Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Un ojo de dia
es igual a dos ojos de noche
e igual a cuatro ojos en el piso
e igual a ocho ojos
mirando al cielo...
(Poema escrito detras de una ventana)
Poetry gazes at these notebook, Art crossed with my life, everything that appears on my mind. Everything that disappears from my mind. Everything that stays between the memory of time and the mirror of that memory. Shortcut:To put it simply, life as a continous alucination