Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing.
Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
in the deep places like a thread in the water?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories