ESTE ES EL CANTO DE UN PÁJARO SIN PLUMAS

 

LE CHANT D'UN OISEAU SANS PLUMES

 

Mi cuerda es mi canto. I cannot lie to her and she cannot lie to me and we willl be together until it is possible. Nothing more, nothing else.  A pathway extenden between the earth and the air. My body hanging, travelling from death to life and from life to death.