Picasso

They're like a bull
those dark eyes
fill up everything
in the center of the ring,
And they're so deep
like a mystery
and they're so dark
like the silence.

If the words
are carried by the wind
from the memories
the echo remains.
Málaga has
a spot for you
just like in the rest
of the universe.

Picasso paints
what we can't see
living matter
dead angles.
He paints it twisted
what is straight
he paints three eyes
and stops time.