Poetry: singing of the soul
that in his loneliness
look for a star
in the darkness
Illuminate it
Poetry: sacred fire
where the carrion is regenerated,
turning into angels
all those demons
that many tortures
they have provoked us
Poetry: mirror of the sublime
in which I can see the beloved face
of my dead
rediscovering
its magical tenderness
and that great void that his absence
in my soul
He has left forever.
Poetry: singing of the night
in my exacerbated soul
for that vain indifference,
loud music
where are lost
my sleepy dreams
looking between the hours
an ancestral rumor.
Poetry: nostalgia arpeggios,
that on the serene summit of my pain
I have seen bloom what look
ancestral in the olive tree
of a rumbling afternoon
of light and color.
Poetry: the whole and nothing
in it is
without his school
of exalted shadows
we could never
endure the freezing storms
with that reality
It is killing us.
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