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I won't write about what I saw.
I won't write about what I've perceived
and much less about what I felt.
About the gazes escaping in the air
and asking for permission
to come inside;
about the smile half way
between the doubt and
the primal communication:
about two hands flying
from the strings
to the fire;
I won't write about the vibration
that seems to barely awaken
my body, so obscure
and silent already;
or about the eagerness to
let my light out again.
Therefore
apparently
I won't write about anything.




Analogical:
Nikkormat

Polaroid 600 One Step


Agua para elefantes - SARA GRUEN
El libro de la mujer - OSHO
Sabores de la memoria - ANA POMAR
L'Arbre, le loir et les oiseaux


IN RAINBOWS - Radiohead

The poems lately have been beautiful.
ResponderEliminarQué hermoso Poema! Es el anti poema
ResponderEliminarme recordó al no cuento de cortazar, Diario para un cuento
Genial.