"From yesterday to never" (Leopoldo Panero, every moment Written )
's up there single moon grows bigger
in the cold wind of the dusk,
and humid here blow me
announces the arrival port in the summer waters.
A brief condensation on the glass of time that dharma
herein outdoors.
do on the terraces of swifts agitated
accompany the dance of the sheets and clothes
extended as fleeting whispers of love.
go with them to port, looking for the lanterns.
The boats seen it coming.
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