The wind
it blows dust around
The sun
it sheds light in our eyes
The wind and the dust
They move together
always in the dark
Touch the dust
and the wind
it changes direction
Touch the wind
and the dust
it scatters
divides and settles anew
The wind and the dust
They move together always in the dark
Of god..?
He is the sun
The wind
The fuel
That powers our furnaces
Lights our lights
Grows our fields
Steers our courses
Of god?
Of god...?
He blows the dust around
Be it either
Man or beast
Light or dark
To challange the world to last forever
Of God....
He does not play dice with the wind
The wind
it blows dust around
It's all an accident
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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