There

On the spiral path

insurgency towards

resurgence

rises to convergence

bursts into divergence

resumes in insurgency

towards resurgence

there

follow the footsteps of the sun

on the breasts

waterfall over the belly

terrace above the cave

black pink

from Guadalupe Tonantzin

(tel. YWHW)

follow the footsteps of the rising star

move down

every dawn and every dusk

the spiral staircase

that goes around and around

snakes interwoven

on the table of lava of Yucatán

(Guillaume

you never met the maya

((Lettre-Océan))

girls from Chapultepec

son of the çingada

(Cravan in the belly of Gulf sharks)

If

Surrealism

passed will pass through Mexico

magnetic mirror

follow it without following it

it is called and loves and calls

back in Mexico

not this one

the other buried always alive

under your marblemeringue

palace of fine arts

tombstones

palaces

presidential archdiocesan municipal

Through the underground of the insurgency

they went down

rose

from the cave of stalactites

to the frozen quartz explosion

Artaud

Breton Péret Buñuel Leonora Remedios Paalen

Alice

Gerzso Frida Gironella

César Moro

convergence of insurgencies

there in the rooms

salt as sunshine alone waves

there

wings open the rooms

surrealism

IS NOT HERE

out there

outdoor

to the theater of the free eyes

when you close it

you open them

there is no inside or outside

in the forest of prohibitions

the wonderful

sings

catch him

it is at your fingertips

it is the time when man

is

the accomplice of the ray

Crystallization

appearance of desire

desire for appearance

not here not there but between

here / there.