Mammal Vs Reptile Respiration

From light to shadow

I thought that light was precipitated
my shadow I see.
(Miguel Hernández)

The Mediterranean lilac colored palm tree. Supplier of colors against the winds of lemon yellow. Life goes full sail between frames of a dale to dale flowers, red flowers, black flowers, flowers an almond and winter skull of a friend who dies. Wartime
agitated life that gives life and causes death. Hands up on skulls, bones and a cardboard horse. A baby in the arms of a nun war drink milk while General Francisco Franco, with mustache film encourages soldiers hoe trench and four lines of love. In the dark cave
spilled blood and eclipses the light sand technicolor, which blurs the cold ground, which removes black stones, which tears dark roots, opaque glass blowing, hitting the child of the hammer, meat cemetery and the Flood that never comes. Hiking
whitest white on a dream of freedom. My eyes and my hands and life as a dance of hearts and foam, cotton and lilies. Even I have a life, look and the shrine if they kill me die. Red man on the moon and frost three onions, onions hungry, sad onions.
I diluted in the pregnant belly of your body, forging a fertile ground where the rising sun and your mouth, buried under the stars, I dream of spring brings seagulls red bars return to my land for not returning to the sea. When one is dead everything is vague, the essence of language.