SCULPTUR

I wrap, touch, hold and run
I carry, bring, change and extract
I swing and talk while I wound
I look, smell, touch and bite
I feel the color, the body and the form
And I dance, I caress and I cut
I penetrate, snatch, put and watch
And I sweat and sweat, I gasp and walk
I look, watch, place and turn
I scrub, trash and caress
I cry
The body and the soul are borne again
In the space of a new spiral turn

Mario Cravo