Evening telephone sad
but I put all
to give a little light and serenity
the people I love.
I began to place orders
of the book (it comes in avalanches!
I did not expect!)
and all my pots and bells and whistles ..
will be a long night.
sweet dreams to those who pass by here,
sweet dreams to you that perhaps there never will pass.
I was born in the spring but did not know that to be born neutral, open turf
could unchain storm. So Proserpine
sees slight rain on grass, on the large
gentle grains
and always cries at night.
Perhaps it is her prayer.
(A. Merino)
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