En tierra oscura reposa el sagrado extranjero.
Dios le arrebató la queja de su dulce boca,
Cuando él desapareció en plena floración
Como una flor azul
Sobrevive su canto en nocturna canción de los dolores
Traducción Editorial Trota
It’s been a long way since Earth was created from cosmic dust plus initial energy from the Big Bang left unleashed especially for us by an un-metaphorically cause that still remains undisclosed, un-theological, & humanly grasped. Despite there’s no consensus about such a spectacular phenomenon; body, mind & intelligence remain as lively fate-hunters of what make sense about us that I have to welcome you, Friend, to the Drama of Human Condition in search of the Artist’s Signature.