The noseof the poem isafunny nose, lightandabove all ...stained red.You grabtwo fingerslike a butterflyshe is offeredthe tipof the faceof a flower...This nosesniffshimself and hisown breathingairgivesthebreathof thelivingwords.He enjoyslike crazyto slip betweenconsonants and vowels.Salostand find yourselfsuddenlysuspended inempty whitepage.It is awrynose, intermittentand impertinenttowardswriting.May bereticent, lovable,doubtin the balance ofadoubt,rockthe uncertainty of adesirelight uplike a starto light upwith joya privatepaper sky.In short it isa nosethat likes tojoke arounda lotwith fantasyandtypographicfeaturesthatwoulddelighttomakeprisoner.Augustobelongs to ared nose,and the balloonof the child whoenjoys playingwith himand dream,happyto escapea balloonand fly awaywith wingsfreeverse,insound andsmile.
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