Subject only to those who do not reign,
here I praise the animals.
There is, between me and them, a deep
relationship of seers:
the landscapes that split
and mine, buried,
make up the same habitat.
As long as I haven't studied them,
light has come into our lives.
The initial air
that he rehearsed, icaric,
in the soap bubbles,
but does not match the vacuum
of the city, comes to me
from his arborescent lungs.
Oblivious to their skin
in the osmosis of the texts,
they ignore that in the
unflowing waters of this page, the «Beagle» and Noah's Ark
cross, saluting each other .
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