miércoles, 15 de agosto de 2012

The gift

Not because you attained it
That you made a lot to obtain it
Take the necessary pause to understand,
That you didn’t attain it, all was given to you:

The idea and its fundamental extreme
That emptiness and the way to fill it
Its name and the power to invoke it
The magic of brick and cement

The right hour giving with its sound
The light that rests on the roof
When the others didn’t leave yet

After having traveled so much
And much further, but only, having whispered
What already have ended to be unknown.