Is there a word for the light that leaves us behind when we stop trusting the gaps between us. A word for the warm air
that insufflates my heart.
Is there a name for the prayer
when trees long for rain? A name for the certainty of a doubt? A word for the moment our thoughts find one another and our minds confide in each other?
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Luces derramadas como lágrimas
se marchan apenas llega el viento.
El vacío que agrieta los cuerpos
que no comen y mueren
secos bajo la lluvia del silencio.
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No estamos tan lejos.
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