SUMMER
Just puddles
Drizzle
Summer rain
What matters most
throbs
under the waves
crest
*
I returned from the exile
(we always return)
I opened the door
closed the window
I´d rather say
I kept the photograph of the flesh
and he believed it
*
Salty sands
Dry water
Relentless sun over the heart
AUTHOR: © SILVIA PASTRANA
TRANSLATOR: © MARIÁN MUIÑOS (desde España)
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