Sharks Don't Sleep



Night anchored
looking down
in the mythical suburb of Thames
Oxidized conqueror
onboard shipwrecks
before the St. Elmo's Fire awake


Catacombs of reality
in the Age of Enlightenment
transformed into reef
drinking seawater

At the bottom of the Mangrove
a hermit volta
forged in the estuary
swallowed by the sea

The dream of the world is a stray bullet
the space between the solitary statements
release of the cormorants of the mountain
the pagan procession
to move away sea monsters

Drawing my hand in the shadows
mythical creatures that live in the Highs of Nautla
blessed by Caribs
riding sharks
I climb the sea to see the world

Animal Songs
etched forever
challenging the hurricane with their insignificant bodies
same the moray
same the turtle
fate dragged their minds from different horizons

Elements that rest
behind the mountain
I'm on the wall a point that remains fixed, then moves
behind the mountain
And to think that you too are looking at the same sky
behind the mountain
It seems that I've fallen in love of the clouds as you used to do
behind the mountain

You that contains
the art of nest in the sand
as the voice goes away
in an old book of detached leaves
Humpback whale,
blue, white, gray
There will always be the mystery

Were you or was the country?

My gills recognize
your poisons addiction
nocturnal insects
Thunder cadence

The grated fire rind

Stops

Stops

upstairs

Stops

The system vanishes
the moment we consider far

We took all
you gave me a stolen name
I took from you one hundred laughs until the fever burst your lips.








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