Sculpture bidimensional

The image sculptor stood by the road
holding his chisel and looking around
trying to find something worthy
of his divine efforts.

The dawn approached
stealing our luxuries
and Babylon was slowly sliding
from the face of the earth.

This man all by himself
can give divine birth
and make eternal
the cigar I smoke.
Light into stone,
shadows and colors,
nothing can escape from the touch
of the sculptor.


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