… I go light, nothing fits me;
the fire has consumed my mortal being and belongings,
my reflection or duality, its pieces or portions:
my last light
and my last blade;
… now I am and I live in the elusive,
reason why I hear and see, feel and rise everywhere,
and there where I intuit the terrestrial calamity with which one day I used and ripped my freedom;
So, I have given everything: car, clothes, trousseau, parties, bridges and concepts,
loves and memory,
all,
and so the bones, the skin itself and my own souls,
like a fiery torrent, everything, everything has gone;
… the novelty of the risen is this universal audience or voice,
- its harmony -
and also, oh, his enormous nakedness: the nameless peace;
… no, here there is no time with which to save more clock hours;
a new phoenix without end regroups the heart and ignites the song:
the shadow of the light, does not exist in it.
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Antonio Justel
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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