ZIMBA.


The imperceptible trembling of the breath,
                                         seems like a sigh
that in the distance
transforms it self
                  in the immensurable beauty
of a dawn at point of break.
under my skin,
             I can see
My soul,
       all mine
will be you,
A dawning 
         so wonderful.
That i could reach 
                  to the very remote, edge,
                  of the first and last
                  particule of your cosmos.
And farther on,
              of any meaning,
              so distant,
exists the invisible,
                    profound,
                    unique,
                    imperishable,
of all the beings of the cosmos
but, I believe, that first
we must breathe the sublime 
                           escence of the stars.
And much yet,
            further on
of all our comprehention
pronounce that total,
                    definitive,
                    word.
Where...
awaits the first light of dawn,
and where,
         no more exists,
solution neither hide-out
that breathe
at last and finally,
At that same sigh
                 that floats over all waters
and where,
My voice chants in silence
                          and decants
This outburst for ever
                      of this breath
                      I breathe
Ever...
       and forever...


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Written by; Patricia C. Rejon Perez.
Translated by; Fernando (Ndugu) Caballero Rejon.
mail: ndugu@usa.net 
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