Red Bump Next To Dog's Butt

There is a world that shows you the faces reconstructed curves
retouched and unnecessary nudity.
this side of the ball blue
everything is upside down, everything is in the south.

first to touch the ground
last to leave of her.
My feet planted footprints and signed
Pachamama is not a welcome guest
between the sheets I warm at night.
feet entering the ground unsigned
and you enter into them, perhaps

feels shame or guilt
for those wounds, speaking
of days all the same.

The sun still vehemently

sculpts the skin marked by rays unscrupulous
that passion in the daytime, at night
fugitives as unreliable lover, leaving
frost and loneliness.

hands and feet, stories of life
few smiles, no tears,
many looks, lost horizon.

A foot run, do not mind
hand hurts, does not betray.
You can cross one eye on a limb? This is the
Bolivia, this is the South.