THE HEART IN AUTUMN

… at this moment, like sun and living rain, the afternoon is a blaze on the tactile gold of the poplars;
ah, autumn, it is a blessed season,
an agora,
a quantum and gentle shelf,
a sea of ​​crystal,
a cove of the heart;
… I was walking as if ecstatic and questioning my blood,
just as the path leads toward tulle and roses, toward Teleno and Carpurias,
toward the mauve-blues and the vast purples, when at last, and in my ear, he said:
I am the beauty of God, his purest light, the temple of the Most High,
and also, also, his voice, the flower of his silence.
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Antonio Justel/Orion de Panthoseas
http://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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