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Enclosure III
XIV
when my strong arms receive you,
the voices of absence, sweetly
our leisures will count two paths
without anyone, with the two of them, never and always.
And the pair of words messes
to deep unity. and so much number
is reduced to the edge of the encounter
with amazement of being poetry.
I no longer know how to walk except towards you.
The rose of paths of your absence
alert in me the scent of return
and the hidden word of his science.
I hear my name in you, I am your presence.
by Carlos Pellicer
Finian's Foraois, Lost Unicorn (235, 141, 25) - Moderado
Enclosure III
XIV
when my strong arms receive you,
the voices of absence, sweetly
our leisures will count two paths
without anyone, with the two of them, never and always.
And the pair of words messes
to deep unity. and so much number
is reduced to the edge of the encounter
with amazement of being poetry.
I no longer know how to walk except towards you.
The rose of paths of your absence
alert in me the scent of return
and the hidden word of his science.
I hear my name in you, I am your presence.
by Carlos Pellicer
Finian's Foraois, Lost Unicorn (235, 141, 25) - Moderado