BECAUSE WHO LOVES FLYING SOLO
By Maria Teresa Bravo Bañón
"Only who loves flying. But who loves
as the bird that is milder and fugitive? ". Miguel Hernández
We reached the top of my heart, shook me as
fruit tree and fell
desired sweetness of ripe pulp in your mouth.
song I love clothes in my ears, the wind
your lunar tides and star
nestled on the shores of your chest. There
swallows spell your dreams with the dawn
sign of the Cross in their beaks custodians.
not let them root anchorage,
beings gave them up to air
the children of the violins and flutes.
are arias of light for that,
kites riding the clouds, winged seeds of the spirit
traveling between the winds of the earth.
This poet wrote "Sprig of Almond for the tomb of Miguel Hernández" on its Web "Day Long Island, New York"
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