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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

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