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Amaru in Heaven | video installation, 2022
Tell me about your past,
about the rain that wet your skin and your mouth.
Tell me about the roaring thunder that woke your soul
and the stars, did they cast your swirls?
I had a dream in which a toucan called on the rain
and when the rain came down, he stopped calling
Lazy toucan.
Is this thread the end of something?
Amaru, where did you leave your old skin?
Where history finally closed?
Every time I see you,
I feel these lines connect to where you hide and erupt into the next world.
I am watching you spread your wings to see if mine can too
over a planet part-chessboard ruled by blue moons.