Happy Women’s Day March 8
Ana María López Exposito
The call of love
When did it open up in your being?
chrysalis of your wind butterfly verb…?
Now you are a hymn of sparkles under the crepe sky and your pupils contemplate themselves in the amethyst river. Your pupils merge in the transparent waters with their orange folds.
At dawn the lunar bell tower says goodbye to open the windows to the opium broom, wisteria and mint. Behind the desert rose, love awaits you impatiently.
Author: Ana María López Exposito