Onion lullabies - Glass Coaster (Square)

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 4" x 4" Square Glass Coaster

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Onion is frost closed and poor: frost of your days and of my nights. Hunger and onion: black ice and frost big and round. In the cradle of hunger my boy was With onion blood he nursed. But your blood, candied sugar, Onion and hunger. A brunette woman, resolved on the moon, spills thread by thread about the crib. Laugh, boy, that you swallow the moon when it's necessary. Skywalker from my house, laugh a lot It is your laughter in the eyes the light of the world. Laugh so much that in the soul when hearing you, Beat the space. Your laughter makes me free, It makes me wings. Soledades takes away, jail rips me. Mouth that flies, heart that in your lips flashes. Is your laughter the sword more victorious. Winner of flowers and the larks. Rival of the sun. Future of my bones and my love. The fluttering meat, Suddenly the eyelid, to live as never colored How much goldfinch goes back, flaps, from your body! I woke up from being a child. Never wake up Sad I have my mouth. Laugh always. Always in the crib, defending laughter pen by pen. To be so high, so extended, that your flesh seems sky sifted. If I could go back to the origin of your career! On the eighth month you laugh with five orange blossoms. With five tiny ferocidad. With five teeth like five jasmine teenagers. Kisses border they will be tomorrow, when in the denture feel a weapon. Feel a fire run teeth down looking for the center. Fly child in the double breast moon He, sad onion. You, satisfied. Do not fall apart. Do not know what happens nor what happens. Poem Miguel Hernández

About Juliediela Hermoso Correa

I currently identify with this Canticle: "Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me, and they extend their arms to me, sure that it would be good for me to hear them when they say "Come here!" I look at them with exhausted eyes (there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue) and I cross my arms and I never go there ... My glory is this: Create dehumanity! Do not accompany anyone. -I live with the same indifference with which I tore my mother's belly. No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where They take my own steps ... If what I want to know, none of you answers me, Why do they repeat "Come over here"? I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways, remove the winds like rags, drag your bloody feet, to go out there ... If I came to the world, it was to deflower virgin forests and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand! The rest I do is worth nothing. How, then, will you be those who give me impulses, tools and courage to tear down my obstacles? ... In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents and love the easy things! I love the Mirage and the Distant, I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ... Platform! You have streets, they have gardens, they have pots, they have homelands, they have roofs, and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers. I have my Madness! I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night, and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ... God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else. Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother, but I, that I do not start or conclude, I was born of the love between God and the Devil. Oh, may no one give me pious intentions! Nobody ask me for definitions! Nobody tell me "Come here!" My life is a gale that broke loose. It is a wave that has risen. And one more atom that is animated ... I do not know where I'm going, I do not know where I'm going, - I know I do not go there! José Regio