DARWINIAN PRELUDE

   There will be fingers of smoke,
 light feet of moon,
 perfect hands of water,
 beefy hearts,
 looks of gull,
 honey and dreams,
 bodies of foam,
 smiles of quince …

    Let the man be done,

 let the cell grow.

    Let the world begin,

 let everything evolve.

  (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)