To begin the transformation you will need
two drops extracted from rices,
multiple ones, which require
water from a sad river, which grew glad when it was taken away,
and, in the heat of the long
timbers of a non-literal bridge,
now burned:
spirits will be freed
from the water on seeing them,
while fires of ancient torments
are put out and yield the weeping
that transforms into rich metaphors.

But wait, let’s go back!
I know you may say: «And the guaduas?»

For now, paint that wall carefully,
with the rhythm that comes naturally from those hands of yours:
purple, blue, and the mastery
of a hidden art.