The Eyes of the Tree / Roberto López Moreno
The Eyes of the Tree, an ancient oak that is Roberto López Moreno himself, endures the vertical sun as well as the nocturnal frost, and narrates and sings what the multiple layers of its bark keep: confessions and anguish, hopes and despair, temptations and passions, mourning and parties, loneliness and communion; where Octavio Paz, the other voice, has a special place in the mind and heart of the tree-poet.
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Whirl that falls down from the Balbuena lighthouse, but you don’t want your body, from the fateful seventh floor, but you don’t want your body, from the phallic seventh round, but you don’t want your body, you, interior circuit, but you don’t want your body, I, the ragged of this night, but you don’t want your body, neurosis at eleven the guy who writes verses, the perfect asshole, but you don’t want your body, a song if you want to, but you don’t want… Why don’t you want your body anymore?
