DUST OF STARS, WE ARE MADE OF DUST OF STARS

From dust to dust we already know that we return to the dust

I do not know if by then the stars will remain where we came from

However, once again, if it is detected there in the depth of one of the black holes

Let them know that there is enough light to keep them from being dark matter

Please clean your instruments, this comes from the gray matter inside and outside the head.

(Read at the IX International Poetry Festival of Granada, Wednesday February 20, 2013, Night of Caribbean Poetry)