3.08.2013

Takes his keys Saint-Peter to the Kingdom
Open us the door of clouds grey and blue
We shall come then too
The heart languished in you

Erasing your century
You will gather those who love you
By the strength, the love, and the track
of a genius in the path studed with glory,
will get lost in the galaxy.

Since Machado until César Vallejo or Mario Benedetti

Since Hugo Mujica, Octavio Paz or Pablo Neruda until David Hume, Becket or Shakespeare

Your paintings are as small poems

which exhale a subtle perfume and charming

as sonnets in the too sad and grey mornings

limiting the hot breath of the sun

and precipitate the eyes in the joyful entusiasm during,

resting in peace we shall come to wake you,

and to celebrate with you the envy to continue

beyond the forgotten souls of your empire.

Christian Diez.