viernes, 5 de junio de 2009


The fields of yesterday
watching the vaults of the red star.
Clear, the forest
announces a swirl of water
bold and reckless.
The listening with your eyes turned
the gap in crystalline snow that melts
and that is where the water is shaded back then; makes a granite look
that does not support an explanation of light;
is a horizon that reflects the past.

Ricard Mirabete (2009)

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