jueves, 14 de abril de 2016


I do not know 
where the roots grow
inside that place I want to reach
maybe I should lay down
wait for a gentle breeze
something that lightly grows
in all those things around I cannot explore
if I do have any of those gifts
I will wait for the Moon to hit the Sun
I will wait til sky disappears
just to trail where do your ends profoundly dig
which deep waters they sip
on whom they scarce and lose
that is all I want to see
that is all I want to know
that is where I want to be.


Ferran Garrigues Insa

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