What's up Espartaco? Panoramic aromavision is the future. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation.
Felíz Jalogüin Chile!- besos desde el otro lado de la cordillera
