.
breathing, echoing the poem JJDorio
One by one
words posed
words pushed
light of the unconscious that
the poem is
Step
he advances in silence
cautious words selected
in scratches and suffering
sandcastles in childhood
castles of Spain in our great hopes
A future
a present
a past that coordinate
and words of revolt
who dress to undress
avoid us and tell us we raise
we raise and we like to invite us
Sorrows and joys
a pulsating heart
of a soul departing
and a heart murmur
Then it rips
pages of this "I" that is
is to give the other
"I is another"
a poem for each other.
(Painting: The dancer / Joan Miró)
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