to the bewilderment of the
eternal omnipotent merchant,
or perhaps, I’ll wander through the sterile space,
felling amusement on the pleasure of the emptiness.
The dragonflies of the dawn
will proclaim, restless:
"There is no more sunrises".
I am dead;
and I perceive my watch
stopped,
my only memories, the flood, and your voice
Totally empty of malice
and stripped of resentment;
today I am a flower"
JAVIER MIRO
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