The Poet's Condition

Were this light even whiter
We would become invisible
We would live our invisible pain
Without ever knowing
The absence of joy
We would be amazed at that invisibility
In which shadows vanish
Shapes disappear
Only sounds
Reach the remaining memory
Where there is no need of introduction
The poet's condition
Poetry's fate
Just a breath

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Genaro Delgado

Gracias Por las traducciones
simples palabras
profundo viaje a algun lugar
Por las traducciones linguisticas
y las metafisicas
Un saludo

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