15 VERSES TO THE BREAD

… on the humble face of bread,
life beats;
Observing it, one intuits the dation of other stars,
time fractions,
the works of the soul instituting incense, poppies and roses
next to the brightness of the wheat;
... rests with that great depth with which heroes are silent,
under that accessory of eternal brilliance before the sublime altar
of men/gods;
… XXI century: its splendor grows and the table, the house shakes;
I go to the
and the air and my hand stop,
but, approaching, I take it at last,
and then, feeling the contact with my heart, it vibrates and lives;
… and no, and no other superior estate with which to glorify and redeem the day.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https://www.oriondepanthosseas.com
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