June 25, 2014 Restart the chosen path With the wings of the condor that sweeps It is only infinity, this presence With its silent folded picture Mundane progress Amongst the sad pebbles Toes that pulse A rebuild of birth with death here Fundamental my hours My love the slight circle For the winter can bring the nova This instant, complex or not These bridges, temporary repairs It is only infinity this presence Amongst the round movement of the circus All of us pregnant So close to the taste of the sweet vine Reflected water in cobbled streets Come to me this amazing fragment That is me and part of you This wind Flamed sentence unable to form No less this house Not yet finished This delicate before, impossible to know But you do Have traveled all the branches Provided questions from the cradle How can we heal together No more these rented cravings This infinity, your presence This rose that grows beyond all doubts Ray Madrigal
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 20:24:37 +0000
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