waking up and checking how the curtains take landscapes that grew in front of your eyes as you were asleep and shake and spin an invisible backbone of the nights and days where this territory new to your neck and we tried to connect the buildings with bee wax and sulfur said the Saints

a lizard dancing over the vulcan turned the day into a place where you and me and many historical figures could check each other's phones in the search of a coded message from the invaders that would bring at last a new built aura to the sense of being here decaying and just looking far to the horizon and training birds to tell us lies in the heart of noon as we speak and as we spoke and taught each other how to win the fight against the cloud of sense and rigid power that with language they had made to take bad care of every atom that was brave enough to be a part of this dimension where my portrait as bleeding in the center of the picture was the tree that made me laugh when I was ten and soldiers were born of a corner in the screen and the horses ate the brains of leather and plastic foam and garbage and teeth monsters that surrounded the school to ask that there was a tower