NEXT YEAR'S PROJECT

Move souls,

arrive with words

that come alone,

they present themselves,

and they say,

write me

Interpret them,

let them run,

that they take over my fingers,

to be waved,

for songs

that everyone would like to hear

let them flow,

they aren’t mine

they are of them

Rescue the sensibility 

that lives in us

Take from the air,

its color smell

and return it

tasty wind.

To be like soil and water,

for the vine to grows.

Embrace each and everyone,

vibrate with all you people

Open my mind,

expand it

Approach me unbelieving,

to each side already visited.

Get carried away by tide

approaching me to the coast

And that they,

words of love,

words of truth,

words without secrets,

Write the lives,

of those who offer their canvases.

The work THE EMPTY MASK

belongs to RENE MAGRITTE

It was created in 1928