Like the artist
He makes promises
With every stroke
Promises to tell the truth
Promises to show you
The muses

Is that for real?
It's real if he makes a chair
Or a shoulder you can lean on
Beauty is faceless before it's sculpted
The whole of it
Is real

Es mejor
But you must read the face
Facial expressions
Leaves impressions
Always looking for faces
That you may read them