Manos Lindas

Manos Lindas

Manos Lindas

This music inspired me with this visual, these words, this image:

There is a man
This is a road, walking
A road, walking toward the dusk
The road, drained, tired
The dusk, sweating alone
The man, dreaming,
His eyes barely open, his memories barely vivid, his hands barely touched, his heart barely loved.
It is so hot
Like life
I am that man
I am this road
I am the dusk, rising.
A dusk, just a dusk, singing.


About lifeacrossthesun

Writer/ 2011 PEN USA Emerging Voices fellow
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