"Os Canais" sprouted on a boat,
while wavering inside
an old canal system.
Inside the memento of the hearth
of altepepl Tenochtitlan.
Where we dressed ourselves
in the highstrung robes of history.
And subconsciously
warbled a symbolic counterpoint
to flashes of the boiling torso
being the current Ciudad De México.
And afterwards, our exhaled alphabet
left sightless traces full of meaning.
Like the diagrams in the sand,
peering after a dance of the Judwalis.
