MY CITY

...I enter the city of my soul, and, as I do so,
everything is announced and transformed: its air, its stones,
its peace and its rivers…
...in it I advance, and, with zeal, I walk through its streets of light and blood,
through the fire of its lights I go barefoot;
...ah, the flower I was carrying, have I lost it?
... I call and shout 'pink, pink...!'
and although there is only silence, the city of my life shines and speaks to me;
...the gods of my mouth sing through her.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https://www.oriondepanthoseas
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