Antonio Justel Rodriguez


…mother of all times, gather me in your arms, shelter me;
In the huge gap of your love, look at me and recognize me,
smile at me, talk to me;
... I shiver, I feel cold and the gale of death does not stop
nor the irruption of mountains and terrible seas through the chasms of the soul,
and no, not the intimate darkness, mother,
no, not fear, not anguish;
…before you I cry like a fallen god,
which man,
what lily or animal I was;
…there are many, mother, my pieces, the scars/soul, the sutures,
From all the exiles and ordeals I arrive;
… I do not ask for a warm place in the home, and no, not a sun, mother;
just breath, pause the pain, only, only;
We children of Cain grow up with war.
Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas

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Published on on 01/19/2024.


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