La Huella
Macaco
The Trace
They are a letter that is not written
The ellipsis, the question mark
A curve that doesn't warn
A smell in the echo
A territory that stirs
The comings, the welcomes
That walk on the same avenue
They are battalions of two, shared struggle
They are an abbreviated verb, a groove in the air
A sustained note
The challenge of a fortune teller
The branches of a tree dancing in the arms of time
A step that is not forgotten
They are so many, so different, so similar
They have one thing in common
All leave a mark
All leave traces under the skin
Our stories tattooed
