Thread in a Spider's Web

A stream magnetized by the breeze and the light,
a copper elapsing is the thread that flows
in the spider's web. Silver pools change/shift
from some leaves to others, from some traces/footprints
to others on the soft earth. I see you cross
between two lines. I love him,
I say.
Between two branches of chance
the stream flows,
its thread enchanted by the sea of the light,
by the liquid
of its current. It is the water that intoxicates/makes drunk
the dusk. It is the fire that flows
unceasingly towards the east. Beneath its solar
I think of you.

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I love this poem. I am using it for a project in my Spanihs class but, I am having troubles finding when it was written. May anyone help me?


it is such a beautiful poem and i like the title of it too cause it just wasnt to make u read it it just grabs your attention

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