MARINALVA !!!

Federico Garcia Lorca

Capriccio

Behind each mirror

is a dead star

& a baby rainbow

sleeping.

Behind each mirror

is a blank ...

& a nest of silences

too young to fly.

The mirror is the wellspring

become mu my, closes

lime a anelo of light

at sunset.

The mirror

is the mother dew,

the book of desiccated

Twilights, echo become flesh.