" We will go through life confused it
nothing to vex the quiet calm,
and soul of things is our own soul,
and our own psalm Psalm of the star.
And one day, when the keen eye and restless
start to look very deep, and the eager ear
know the voices of the unknown
opens our souls the deepest secret. "
Enrique González Martínez
From "The one goes with me"
A faint ray of sunlight enters the room and breaks in two. Mourn. Set fire to the woods and jump into the circle thirteen, candles, consumed in pain and then take a walk on the bright side of the street. Do not throw anything, no books, no kisses, or old newspapers, or the morning, listening to music, I told you, every memory support strangling while Yo-Yo-Ma, Coltrane or boleros. Cut phone cable. Do not cut off veins. Save knives. Illusions like butterflies flying blind. " A which goes with me." Hang out with cats on the roof to look at the moon, these days is especially beautiful, spitting at their center as a neighborhood Gulf. And now, naked, jump into the white sea of \u200b\u200bwords, enter them and swim a thousand strokes beyond. Here the night has turned cold.
light Under orders word
its exact boundaries, reflection and memory.
When the shade is, the word is music
and says what the forms say.
Mary Maizkurrena
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