23 September 2008. El Lucero--the morning star--poised in the branches of the mariposa sometime before dawn. A luminous embrace--as in the legend of Huanguelen, son of a Mapuche chief--who fell in love with her...then became himself a star, to follow her forever...
Gambles and predictions. Smokescreens of fate...
Comó se inclina la flor
hacia el tallo que la guía,
así se inclinó mi amor,
sin pensar de tu falsía...
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