A tremendous piece of poetry divided into three parts, each with a different tone. The first gently undulates in a contemplation with a "shy opacity". The second prepares the way for the one who comes and advances that humanity has failed to give the true importance to sublime love, to the softness of images, to the power of love to heal, be and be in fullness; affirming that they are more distracted by the abject, the dark, although falsely manipulated to impact the human psyche in the knowledge that it likes to wallow in pain, sadness, wildness, tightness, low passions. Already, in the last part, overflows in that trumpeted about human taste and throws of images reveal disaster, chaos, stormy atmosphere:

> (piñata
from the cumulonimbus
palace)

Despotrinca against religions and false philosophies that keep man away from serenity and the appreciation of the transparency of being in communion with natural, healthy and uncomplicated life:

> The world is
a bold transparency
forgotten
for humanity

Excellent work, as always @ d-pend. I hug you!