... accustom the pain;
joy comes and I'm receiving it with trembling lips,
as if the body missed, as if the habit of pain
I would have avoided the irruption of beautiful events;
... this is how joy almost hurts, because with fury it presses against the chest to make itself felt,
to be recognized and assumed and in this way to pronounce;
... and there are so few drops of living dew that appear in the aridity that I am,
that I take them and put them carefully through the cracks of being, not so that they grow,
but so that they do not die;
... everything seems to revert to this moment when I stand still, listening,
as if the faint glow I have is in danger, and quickly
Against a devious sea of darkness and trickery,
I had to command the forces to believe in me, love him and defend him.
Antonio Justel Rodriguez
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