Antonio Justel Rodriguez


... if this afternoon is copper
and of bronze the wind, the herbs and the cries of the trees,
with unusual fury the March hordes throw their axes at the heart;
on the stone, after ripping the noise - to shreds - the rain hits and rattles;
... on such an afternoon, the crystals scolded and stirred, a ray of distant light is a friendly face,
a flight, a hope, a glow of infinite faith, love and knowledge;
… Ah companions, listen and do not spread fear or the circular feast of the hours;
all copper afternoons are not worth the rumor of life or the slight trembling of a tear;
... in my heart, millions of tears run in front of these March axes
built and brandished by me today, and these, which you sense or hear, are their hard blows.

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Antonio Justel Rodriguez 

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Publicado en el 27.03.2021.


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