Thursday, October 15, 2009

Juan Sanchez Pelaez

The decanted route
that emerged from our shore
was the great river
is a prairie, a diamond that covers us
here is its exact plane:
the rigor of its openings and closings,
its unfathomable lucidity when
the afternoon is fading,
when everyone has left and the house
is empty,
and the puppeteer and children
pretend to be adults.

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