Today, I think, the artist must conduct himself like fine rainwater that filters through all the cracks and travels through multiple furrows.Languages and tools come together in the lyric of emotions and in the forcefulness of speech...
RZ
" Quiero llorar diciendo mi nombre,
rosa, niño y abeto a la orilla de este lago,
para decir mi verdad de hombre de sangre
matando en mí la burla y la sugestión del vocablo"
F.G.Lorca