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