viernes, 22 de abril de 2016

psalm 9

O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
then my madness will recoil from you
Recoiling from you
in order to approach you
I discovered time
Approaching you
in order to recoil from you
I discovered my senses
Between approach and recoil
there is a stone the size of a dream
It does not approach
It does not recoil
You are my country
A stone is not what I am
therefore I do not like to face the sky
nor do I lie level with the ground
but am a stranger, always a stranger

1 comentario:

  1. i consider a magnificent write and much talent y capacitation . kisses andy