Sculptures

Cracks.
Every memory of mine
has cracks.
Tiny, medium, and large ones.
Every single picture in my head
is made of them;
People I’ve known
and people I’ve only met,
their faces, laughs and smiles
are made of them.
Invisible cracks
that go from the top of their heads
to their necks;
Tiny-little cracks.
And I love them for that!
These people, these memories
these pictures…
cause I too, when in the mirror look
I see cracks,
that go from the top of my head
to my neck.

                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                              Sculpture by: Mario Sanchez Nevado

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