There is a white sheet under the insomnia clock, outside is Lent. The cold returned, protect your flowers, in the movement of the time danger. Walk slowly, you can step the shadowon the dress, winter is a crude port and you are stopped in the script. They left the door open, but the rebozo covers you, you are protected from whom? He looks for you among your names, you have written love without guilt and you are not in the present. Absurd labyrinth, the spiral where the petticoats and their multicolored twist, dawned, cornered by the blind hand of darkness, continues. Destiny fulfilled, you came the famous day and God did not come to see you.
Navojoa, Son. December/19/2015