WE SPEAK
Contemplate the day calling the death,
go as the last rays
innermost shadows,
caressing tranquility forever,
as the sweet music of the port.
Watch as well as the time goes.
like a ship,
large, silent, precise.
Full of questions.
(Iñigo Aranbarri)
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