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Who inhabited this absence? whatsigh
interrupt when speaking who do I dispossess
of the recovered body in which I stay?
Who sees, with my eyes, what I look at?
the light that I feel, the air that I breathe,
the weight of silence that I pick up,
everything opposes me an intimate lock
and declares me an intruder in my retirement.
In vain the foot that I advance coincides
with the footprint of the foot that sank in the sand
the invisible the same as I substitute;
for what the soul, upon returning, asks of me
it is not doubling as soon as it alienates me
but to be again what I destroy!
by Jaime Torres Bodet
Borkum-https://www.flickr.com/groups/14757789@N23/, Golden Place (62, 161, 22) - Moderado
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Who inhabited this absence? whatsigh
interrupt when speaking who do I dispossess
of the recovered body in which I stay?
Who sees, with my eyes, what I look at?
the light that I feel, the air that I breathe,
the weight of silence that I pick up,
everything opposes me an intimate lock
and declares me an intruder in my retirement.
In vain the foot that I advance coincides
with the footprint of the foot that sank in the sand
the invisible the same as I substitute;
for what the soul, upon returning, asks of me
it is not doubling as soon as it alienates me
but to be again what I destroy!
by Jaime Torres Bodet
Borkum-https://www.flickr.com/groups/14757789@N23/, Golden Place (62, 161, 22) - Moderado