The imagined word (5): With the birds

Swallow watching what happens.

The imagined word (5): With the birds

Swallow watching what happens

Indifferent to gold, to astonishment, to gifts, to secrets, to visits... Or not, or pay attention, understanding, summarizing the clarity of the sacred. I wish I knew how to understand her later, when she returns to the fast height and tells what she has seen to whoever wants to listen.

bird drinking water

Patinated bronze comes to life with thirst, stops time when it drinks; later time approaches the pool of the wide landscape of La Sagra submissive, changed, soft.

The creature that contains the flight of the world, all of Bach's cellos, stops at the moment and abstracts as it is satiated. There is no danger lurking. There is no cloud to hide this sun.

She dazzles me, I would like to be thirsty, her thirst, to be her.

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