Pedro Salinas.
No te veo. Bien séque estás aquí, detrás
de una frágil pared
de ladrillos y cal, bien al alcance
de mi voz, si llamara.
Pero no llamaré.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,
they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
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