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jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011


   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)

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