Death asks for transformation, love and beauty because the world cannot end there.

It is an ascension, it is the course of my finitude in flourishing, collapse and renewal.

Ennead that emerges in the Valley of the Flowers of Cempohualxochitl where a narrow gap opens to death that is guarded by my three primal presences. Ammonite fossil time, the same and always different in an infinite spiral; Naruto the one who does, the red monkey who paints with his hands and Polo the mutant, my Red Mammon fish that flows and swims in the air.

In the mound there is a skull that in my town was made of black clay, on its sides are the last Panda from the Fire Valley and a vestige of a Post Neanderthal Cyborg, the relics of everything that was done in a time that never existed.

The skull carries on its forehead the igneous ether of Heraclitus, there emerges from death the green iguana that I had as a child, ascends strong and dancing like fire while in the vapors of combustion my guardian ascends with me to a place never imagined, my dear chihuahueño dog made bones.

An offering to life that runs and is extinguished in the Río de los Perros, my place of origin.

Cotama

Title: Death asks for transformation, love and beauty because the world cannot end there.

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