Your
reproductive life assurance, as if satisfied
alone
has breathed the fourth tone anthem to the soul, and encourages
sing: I believe in you invulnerable
in the goodness of the world, in the clear beat
land when turning while looking at you.
This afternoon, leaning on the window
imagined you a spike of honey on the lips,
saw you get up, shake your clothes in and out
after between books and mobs.
And I do not understand clouds. Once
bracts in the dark, my hands touched with a wire
sun, the
days and I followed them. I hear the trees
metal from roofs, cracking, with its sweetness
involuntary
slow afternoon and saw a wolf
dark burst into tears
to celestial forest, but now
the last sheet of light on the horizon recedes
,
room is another, and I still resonate in your colors
extinct
still debate about being something more than passion,
resounding no shadow or ordered in time,
and this fear so deep and as mine ...
in these things I think in the penumbra, the
thought as part of the confusion:
light receipt, and we issue the shadow
project and the space is absorbed.
(Guillermo Cano)
Photographer: Ramón Sanz Frax
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