I emerge ... I emerge from the depths
smell of blood and sea salt I
moving crunching wishes
fears dragging
visions between fingers I
steaming swamp full of sexy animal
viscous heat the water I
thunder this prehistoric jungle
this tropical forest
I sink into the unknown do not know Where
A Return
The experiment only emerge triumphant
The certainty of having survived the journey
Ana María Rodas
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