Al final
todo el
estar
es estar
en el mismo
idéntico
estar.
Esto se ve
en esta noche
portuguesa
impregnada
de penumbra
sin vida
quizás también
traicionada
perdida
sumida en un futuro
ya desaparecida
envuelta ya
en un
arco iris gris.
YOU ARE READING
Little Red Book (Libercolo Rosso)
PoetryIf there were a premise to do for this Little Red Book it would be that everything written here had not been thought to be delivered, as it is happening now, written black and red on white, just right now and from now on.
