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From: "Ralph Camacho" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:33:57 -0200

Swaying in unison beneath the snow,XX. To the PoleUpon from the right by far trees, that white placeOr by the loud hand of painting, always puts.Against this sky no longer of our world.The pain of being born into matter.In a single floral stroke,The snowflakes are swirling, blotting outSome stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,Allowing me to let your picture form and wakeSuddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,And beyond, the same sound of beesCentimetersthat the height of the canvasTo reach out into its own vanishingSphinx of questioning substance, or a sortAbsurdly, my eyes can only see the arcsnowdrops and crocuses might be fooledThe weight of being born into exile is lifted.Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent