Friday, February 25, 7pm,
ArtInternationale
963 Pacific ,San Francisco

may be the words are devoid of value

To me, the day has no importance./Andres Alfaro

eye
contains an iris – red and black

And so what if I die

and carry my own coffin

and say I was good

and head off

and say good night

and then turn off the light?

In these days that destiny is circling around pyramids
over the Nile river and the scared sky

I love you for all the women I have not known
I love you for all the time I have not lived

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But peeked among the happiness of spring and wind and trees