Giving shape to tomorrow, my thought
names love
and flourishes in rains.

conceiving the being of the barren clay.

That moment the light is born,
the baptismal aura of my head
receives the spirit
and rises with it in its feet.

Sipping the wide with the eyes
until the horizon opens up
with stone gates,

Roads passing through thoughts ...

If I rise my hands
to catch the clouds with ropes
the rain that I bathe in
on your arms,

Earth signs unfold.