Summary
Sculptor, Writer, Paleoartist
Daniel Isaac Mendoza
I am nothing - Who am I? A drop of water that evaporates in the desert, perhaps. The parturient shout of a memory that falls apart in the pits of memory. A day that falls crying, falls forever, and I fall. Like the desert I am nothing and I am everything. Mirage of the sunset having lived one day. Having lived one day, I'm leaving with the night. Countercurrent, cold and vile, nothing I am, perhaps a warm corpse reminiscent. Writer, sculptor, painter, prince of raccoons and master of seagulls. He was born some day in March and probably never dies, much less in April. He has published four poems and how many with several participations in national and international literary magazines, however the most interesting things have been deliberately omitted from this biography.