- A singer's voice cracked, without enthusiasm for life, but more alive than a newborn. Old piano plays a tune. His songs touch the heart, cross it and make it bleed.
- A painter who paints with a child's imagination and the force of a longshoreman harbor, has the eyes of murderer and yet apparent in the brightness of the lacrimal perceives a deep and loyal soul.
- A poet who joins his words, as a blacksmith built a rough horseshoe. His words are harsh but leave a mark that remains on the road.
- A pastor who lets out the earth between his fingers cracked as the sun around it. When rain does not run for cover, but looks into the sky lying on the grass. Silent night like an old tree.
- A man apparently dead in the snow, with red spots that could be blood. He wears a black corduroy suit by which retains heat. His hands are large and cracked, in short, very beautiful.
For those who want to know something about me.
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