On A Ray Of Winter Light
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Some years ago you said
‘Basically I am a matter of light.’
And still today when you lean
on the wide shoulders of sleep
even when they anchor you
to the drowsy breast of pelagos
you search in corners where blackness
has turned thin with no resistance
you grope for the spear
that spear destined to pierce your heart
and open it to the light.
Libros Libertad 