11 September 2009. Beauty morning.
Even by email, with sun-dappled sidewalks just outside. Right down to a slanted Free Chips sign--and the Come and Get Me iced-coffee banner across the way. "I'm good...," an American response...
Anoche. Smiling and singing--a bird on the branch of a tree--el zorzal criollo, made real in wobbly blue pencil on thin sheets of trace. A nest. Importante. And two narrow footprints, as in Indian classical dance--and just behind, a pair of shoes made entirely from gathered husks of corn--rustic and imposing, "aquí estamos..." Set within a ring of leaves and clay.
To know the earth... Canción de la tierra...
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