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(Image: Juan Yanes )
L to people crying tears of methacrylate because he had not learned to look. Suddenly, they began to bloom like flowers metallic blue needles, like fields of wheat. Blacks metal flowers that feed the asphalt. Minerals urban flowers that grew in the midst of endless avenues and climbed the walls of buildings of glass. Carnivores that eat the flowers of iron and concrete created immense baroque gardens above the ruins. We lived a beautiful flower. Beautiful flowers of startling leagues who loved only hear the singing of the birds striking steel that inhabit the sky, absorbed in the beautiful golden strands of ruddy hair, Apollo (in this case was that of PVC, magenta, incandescent). But people, people continued to weep tears of methacrylate.
Juan Yanes (Spain), METALICAS Flores (Eclogue)
(Translated from Máquina de Coser palabras )
Juan Yanes (Spain), METALICAS Flores (Eclogue)
(Translated from Máquina de Coser palabras )
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