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martes, 4 de septiembre de 2012

North


North

It is important that I can’t have you
So that without flame I know the fire
So that without shame I express my plea
That my eyes are prepared to see you.

It’s good for me to silence my despair
To go knowing the pressure of sea
The intense pain of the nest that knew to love
To eagles that deprived affliction.

It’s fair that all the apathetic cut me
That in each cup I find the past
The image of an aching heart

Of the child forever abandoned
And of a deep and silent affection
And in the world, taking them both as a north.