It's a clear afternoon

It's a clear afternoon

almost spring,

warm March afternoon

that the breath of near April carries;

and I am alone, in the silent patio,

looking for a candid and old illusion:

some shadow on the white wall,

some memory, on the stone parapet

from the source asleep, or, in the air,

some light-robed wanderer.

In the atmosphere of the afternoon floats

that scent of absence,

that says to the luminous soul: never,

and to the heart: wait.

 

excerpt poem by Antonio Machado

 

 

Soul2Soul Coast - soul2soulsl.com, Dolphin Cay (105, 181, 26) - Moderado

 

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