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Un cometa se despeluzna en el horizonte,

roza su luz dorada y envuelve las alas

del vencejo y el mochuelo.

Se declaran pescadores y se arriman a las aguas.

No hay razón que haya

para desvelarlas.

La caña vuelve a brotar,

con un burbujeo de hojas verdes

y pide que la vuelvan a cuidar

las sombras tibias de los peces.

La niebla se declara

como una escudera

y beben los ríos

Stories and circumstances leading to an unexpected death.

DIALOGUE I The swallow and the nighthawk

The swallow finds herself lighted up by a dim spotlight, she is facing the audience as she begins a monologue, later joined by the nighthawk who listen from behind, he is lighted up by a blue light.

As one speaks the light of the other fades down and vice versa.

' Let's begin by sharing the burdens of a heart, if I were to speak I'd begin by telling a story about brushstrokes seen by the eye of the moon and then would follow by telling worries of an uncertain future, such as lineage.

One does not condemn for a lost stroke of a brush.

After all that is, when the sun finds himself a bed under the horizon nothing and no one can be heard or seen

I am right, do you or do you not concern yourself with such matters?'

'That is not right,

When the day is gone we paint a landscape in dimmed light'

'And who might you be to say that?'

' A nighthawk, Ms.

When night comes we still see in the dark, the strokes painted by other hands.'

'I did not become a painter to be seen in the dark'

'Perhaps not but it is what becomes of your art'

There is an undefined silence, broken by the nighthawk.

'I wonder what would have been if you had known that the moon didn't mind if you sung your song at night,

I wonder what would have been if she had covered you with her silver shimmer and drowned your red cheeks in her light,

oh swallow, please tell me! why is it that you died?'

'I did not agree to answering your questions Mr. Nighthawk, I shall continue with my lines.'

'But one like you does not speak clearly if only a ghost.'

'You think with a worried heart Mr. Nighthawk.

My next question would be of an uncertain future, if ever the time came I transformed into a creator

and so it happened I had more than one child

how could one avoid my children from falling into the separation of their hearts,

how could two siblings love one another, not fall into the circled flight?'

'I never had a sibling Ms. Swallow, I could never know how to reply'

'But you've seen and watched, has the moon not shown you that?'

'I know of brothers who never share a word with one another and one of them asks the river to tell her how she should behave.'

'I know that story.'

'No need to tell me that. I have seen the birth and death of all swallows in this land but yours, how is it that you died? That is a different question, will that answer arrive?'

'You never answered mine.'

'I shall not bother you Ms. Swallow. These are great burdens of the heart.'

Depends! For my paintings on canvas I use acrylic paint and otherwise I use copics, watercolor and coloring pencils, I'm pretty sure I write it down on the tags. as for brands if that is what you are wondering I use these: Winsor & Newton for watercolors

Faber Castell for coloring pencils

And really whatever I can find of acrylics at the dollar store in my town hahahah

brush strokes taken from a series of notes kept in my laptop-

there exists a series of posibilities for the writings of the universe, one of them is; Figuera was sent as a messenger who lost and regained her wings after communicating her do abouts.