Edicions 62, 2021
224 pages
Poetry
I
How all’s aglow with you near
dozing, pure green, glass,
purest flower, dark teen
of salt.
II
And now.
Like the sand you rest
your sleep on. The listless breaking.
You unwind
the thread, a hand.
You weave, a breath.
No, do not wake,
not yet!
III
And in today’s skies
if you were kept against its papers,
vigilant flower.
Pilar Lafuente
Planeta
plafuente@planeta.es
www.planeta.es
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