(Lisbon, May 22, 2o10) BEHIND THE SUN The sun behind clouds
Bible paper as a white hedgehog.
morning sea is milky, milky sky
and walking aimlessly.
I say we reach the shore
to the dry riverbed
making machine.
There are bunches of nettles,
crystals
bottles of beer and fish drying on a plinth cane
with cars.
When we turn
retrace the steps, you
mine and I yours,
the toe in the footprint of the heel,
to reach the people.
(Luis Muñoz:
http://www.laestafetadelviento.es/poesia-viva/jovenes-maestros/luis-munoz)
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