… Between intense lights I engender this poem;
cerebral flames I feel enter the heart and hurt it, transcend it;
Like ponies of light on the Net, the words ride;
... a poem is pure fire,
a devouring sun that only living water measures and paces;
… When the spirit burns the being and in it declares the forces and powers burning,
irremediably the soul faces its premature deaths, and conflagrations of gods,
and huge concerts of sounds invoking in chords the first fruits of the world;
... tonight, be mine, have yourself and come to be reborn again,
be brave and build a god of water and fire, get up and fight, teach him to be born.
Antonio Justel Rodriguez
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