Fatigue

I take a seat, like the birds singing;

It is the distant fatigue and the mist;

I fall like the wind on the light.

 

I fall on my soul.

Behold the bird of miracles;

behold the tattoos of my castle;

behold my feathers on the sea, which shouts goodbye.

 

I fall from my soul.

And I break into pieces, the soul, over the winter;

I fall from the wind onto the light;

I fall from the dove on the wind.

 

by Vicente Huidobro

 

 

Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Winter 2022 , Le Monde Perdu (146, 172, 24) - Moderado

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