from the ankle to the elbows
heave
shivering as if my body wanted to expel the cold
eyes that do not see the tenacious
absences
Back to the days that seemed to mind
and were only moments of immense
musk is not enough to stop biting winter
that so acute, stubborn
expectations torn
Diving in solfeggios
of a troubled sea that moves the waves without
appease the wandering seeker
than wheat after wheat ear
the sand between your fingers tired
to find gold
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