Three women fold paper cranes

They create animals with their hands
and a satellite hanging in tears
they navigate to materialize the notion of time
and seek among the feathers of the asphalt
a Greek island to ward archetypes
                                                  of evil eternally woven
Birds migrate to a forgotten palace
to dispel the eyelids of the sun
to cover the rib of the first tree on the planet


Winter hair

They create a new meaning for the shadows
in the silence of their bodies
to which mature birds
unit to offspring
the nudity of silence