2023-05-05 13:04:04
Patricia Patt
From Buenos Aires/Argentina to the Nation of Guayaquil-Ecuador
The night speaks
Like seducing charms.
Under the sky, a sublime mirror encloses her.
A magic where intense brightness merges, adorned with stars and silences.
The moon smiles elusive but beautiful.
On that mirror, drawn as a canvas.
The waves are launched, they roar transforming everything.
Beneath my head, I would like to meditate, but the night speaks, speaks of the throbbing shadows of sunsets, speaks of the sun that has closed its eyelids, of the whisper of the wind.
In which sea spores travel, enveloping the sand.
Of the kisses that were lost under the firmament, of the stars, witnesses of our love.
Again I raise my head and observe, I would like to listen quietly, but I can’t.
Some melodies are desired from the silence,
And the capricious verse that I waste.
I would like to meditate, but the night speaks, about its waves, about my pen.
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