Rómulo Pardo Urías escribe


Destroyed castle of images

and words seeing turnable pieces

of meaningless languages.

Who will build you up again

castle of million colors

castle of being and time?

We forgot you now

that the day arise single and happy

but your line, of dark sine,

is write by the flesh of History.

And the song sounds your skin of verse

skin that broke our silence and we cry

we felt down your river of sense

and we are nothing to be beside you.

Castle of images and words your speak

is one fluid stream of ancient knowledge

but we forget your rooms and we leave

your shelter because now we are making

the light side of the pillow of life.



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