Mars.


Theres no longer fire can burnme
Neither ice can froze me
Becouse:
       farther on
of my own robble and dust
has ben presence
               Here and now
the preserving iceberg,
ethereal and liquid
floating over all waters
sailling,
       invisible.
In the raft of ashes of the thousand oceans
taking form
with the breath and the wind
being even:
         liquid,
         air,
         sand.
A damp grain of tears was enough
to corroborate the whole creation...
                                  Breathing.
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Poem by Patricia Rejon
Traslation by Fernando Caballero