Primera palabra

Él, sin rostro ni pasado, se sentó, escapó del encuentro con la muerte

En hoja de papel, con pluma de terrible plástico escribió con fuerza

Iluso, con razón nublada quizo soñar con grandeza

Con mano izquierda solo la rienda, una palabra recorrió su imaginación

Solo una, jamás siguió, no era autor, era un soñador de cinco letras

Falto de ingenio, falto de sentimientos murmuró una obra completa

Principio, trama, desarrollo, intermedio y fin… Escribió.

Adiós.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    I love the building. Is that pole for the flying dancers?

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    1. lynyo says:

      Yes! It is, this picture is from Cuetzalan Puebla, there is a big dispute between Cuetzalan and Papantla because they both claim to be the original flyers.

      I like the irony that the pole was placced next to the main church.

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  2. mbrazfieldm says:

    I guess by flying you get closer to heaven 🙂

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    1. lynyo says:

      Yes! exactly! But they are from different religions, catholicism was imposed to the natives, so allegendly this type of practice should be banned but this tradition remains up to our days

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  3. mbrazfieldm says:

    American Indians had several spiritual rites banned here too. But they still practice which I’m grateful for that ☺

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    1. lynyo says:

      Yeah! Me too! They are really something!

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