Statue ( See original )

Step by step you go
undoing yourself
Into fragments of dumbfounded being
 
Way of the snow Becoming statue
 
Of salt
Of nought
 
Music inoculates your soul with her potion so To save or annihilate
 
Or isn't it she who can kill
Or sing the nightingale into singing?

from ‘Between syllable and oblivion’, book ‘The Disobedient Gaze’ Devenir Editorial, Madrid 2013

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