
What a sting
forces us to go
after mirages?
With what force
irrepressible
the suggestion
of happiness
it chains us
to obsessive images?
Seas that roar
leave an abyss open.
The one who leads
to the vast
continent unknown.
The fierce jungles
where it beats
the unbeatable heart
waiting for who
back to music
his delicate,
his atrocious bark.
– Juan Gustavo Cobo Borda – SEARCH








