by Isabela Basombrío Hoban
That mirror of water
Is a feeling
Of corners made out of fog
A personalized version
By all means well sung
Voices that were missed
Sounds that disappear into the air
Invisible because vapour can't be printed
The findings are of space and time
But with content in the form of a dewdrop
Reflections have a longtime of
Experiencing special states
Like the ice sheet on a lagoon
Surrounded by mountains and
Displaying its real dimension
Afterwards, there will appear
Archaic and archived maps
Revealed by the thaw
From:
The collection: Nothing belongs to everyone (Nada pertenece a todos). Ediciones Vitruvio, Madrid, Spain.
Last updated April 08, 2024