Isabel’ photo (To Kylian & Eder)

HI DIMETRODON

At the Dinos exhibition

The child, the children, my children

Want to reach Dimetrodon.

Although they know these no longer exist

Because they are prehistoric

One has taken a rod

Another has picked a flower.

-Dad, mom

I want to give it to Dimetrodon

To play with me

And I gave it to Dimetrodone

When they go out for a walk at night

And come to haunt them

The shooting stars

With the castanets

With the mortar

And the tambourine

That moon makes ring

The prettiest boy says.

They are leaving the tent

They are already leaving

More than four dinosaurs

Remaining crying.

-Daniel de Culla