“Niña, adolescente, los libros me salvaron de la desesperación; eso me ha persuadido de que la cultura es el más alto de los valores, y no logro considerar esta convicción con mirada crítica.”

jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009

One breath away from mother Oceanía...

Your nimble feet make prints in my sands
You have done good for yourselves

Since you left my wet embrace
And crawled ashore:

Every boy, is a snake is a lily

Every pearl is a lynx, is a girl

Sweet like harmony made into flesh
You dance by my side

Children sublime

You show me continents

I see islands

You count the centuries

I blink my eyes

Hawks and sparrows race in my waters

Stingrays are floating

Across the sky

Little ones,

my sons and my daughters

Your sweat is salty

I am why

I am why

I am why

Your sweat is salty

I am why

I am why

I am why...

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