Exile is born at this moment.
It can be read in the features of the alien walking
without enabling images
to possess his mind,
wanting to dig a road in the snow,
to make sure his pulse is not a flake of ice.
His sorrows melt with the horizon,
undressing its whiteness,
wearing the light of the sun
when spring emerges,
rising with its mad vegetation.
There’s a cry from the throat of the earth,
a melody played by the roots
of the city, which does not listen
but talks and talks,
flows and flows,
builds mountains of oblivion.


Archival Pigment Print

  • 16” x 20” Edition of 25 with 3 Artist Proofs
  • 20” x 24” Edition of 10 with 3 Artist Proofs
  • 30” x 40” Edition of 7 with 3 Artist Proofs

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