Antonio Justel Rodriguez


... if from my body and with his eyes I look,
if between its threads I snatch, sing and love, suffer and die,
It is through its Champs de Mars where I redeem and fight my battles;
my body collects the mirrors, the fallen violets,
anxiety and joy
... like an unfaithful echo, instructs darkness,
and yet keep the quantum fires or divine serpents,
the sacred science, the immortal light and the valkyries love him;
… I will go away and let it fall like a snowflake, like a branch or honey, like dew,
and with its last glow or light,
I will be back;
… my body and I recognize each other;
inveterately, the leaders of the war foresee and fear us.
Antonio Justel

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Published on on 03/03/2023.


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