April 3/2006

 

The lasso vibrates

as it unites

heaven with earth

 

and this sound

of the light

it is only an echo,

agonizing vestige

of the angel

already fallen

 

Above

the obscure cloud spills

and another comes

 

Below

the river flow increases

so that it is never the same…

 

Present is lightning

past is thunder

life is this rain

that eventually ceases.

 

El Matallana