D o l o r e s D o r a n t e s

Hablando de fama, KarunApsa. Este muro en Los Angeles, fotografiado por Román Luján e intervenido por mi Paint. Mira. d.

I have the wisdom of one condemned to die,   I possess nothing so nothing can possess me and have written my will in my own blood: 'O inhabitants of my song: trust in water' and I sleep pierced and crowned by my tomorrow… I dreamed the earth's heart is greater than its map, more clear than its mirrors and my gallows. I was lost in a white cloud that carried me up high as if I were a hoopoe and the wind itself my wings. At dawn, the call of the night guard woke me from my dream, from my language: You will live another death, so revise your last will, the hour of execution is postponed again. I asked: Until when? He said: Wait till you have died some more. I said: I possess nothing so nothing can possess me and have written my will in my own blood: 'O inhabitants of my song: trust in water.' Mahmoud Darwish