INTIMATE SONG OF AMPARO

... oh you, most exalted flower, oh, oh light of the olive tree:
oh hope, oh truth, oh joy,
oh, oh you, summit and summit of most beloved and most intense beauty;
... well, I look at you and I am with my body and we both need to cry,
pour and feel our tears roll:
and darling,
and peace,
and voice and heat,
moisture and pity of the body for the soul;
only cry, cry alone and in silence, one next to the other,
like a cypress next to its dead,
or hear the intimate goldfinch sing, embrace it,
and see it zigzag afterwards among fiery bloods and luminous branches,
or go down with him to the spring,
to drink,
and take flight from the curb weary of the spirit and the chest;
... oh you, most exalted flower, oh, oh light of the olive tree:
oh hope, oh truth, oh joy,
oh, oh you, summit and summit of most beloved and most intense beauty.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https: //www.oriondepanthoseas
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