Red flutes and thrown arrows against the predation that murders the indigenous tribes of the Amazon.
Rhythm of the jungle calling for resistance, whistling of thousands of birds, whistles of snakes asking the wizard to transform the tyrant into a toad. Screams of pain, whistles of hope.
Enán Burgos (1957 - )
Registered since 05/08/2020
Nationality: the World.
Dionysiac to the marrow.
My bones are flutes, my muscles transmute
while my consones hit and
my vowels wander, for the rest
listen especially to my silence.