jueves, 12 de julio de 2012


In the beginning it was amazing
And in the later a terrible fear
When for imagining the tremor
It lacerated to the splendorous

The intense brightness of blaze
That I felt as intending to possess
For the pale vanity of believing
That I was the master of the craft

That he had still not departed
Toward a destiny to that constancy
That would cover with excellence

To one who without pretending
Would get to attain the distance
Between the created and produced.