Ten months | Antonio Guerrero Rodríguez

Faithful as to a conviction, each afternoon
the white solitude of a dreamer arrives.
Nothing can stop the undressing
of the look which in his heart burns.
For reasons serene, each afternoon
rock the blue lime of his thought.
He is not given a place to hide,
who walks the road of the coward.

He does not wish to pass by without seeing himself
alone with his luck, to discover his past,
to know how much of it has forgotten,

how much still remains between the waves.
He knows there is a future if he evolves
and that is what he came to say to his ten months.

11 de julio de 1999.

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