Design
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
This is a cycle of life,
I say to no one;
This is the wheel of fortune,
the Arctic Circle.
This is the ring of Kerry
and the White Rose of Tralee.
I say to the ghosts of my family,
the dead fathers,
the aunt who drowned,
my unborn brothers and sisters,
my unborn children.
This is the sun with its glittering spokes
and the bitter moon.
This is the absolute circle of geometry
I say to the crack in the wall,
to the birds who cross the window,
This is the wheel I just invented
to roll through the rest of my life,
I say,
touching my finger to my tongue.
Poema por Billy Collins
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vieras que logré entender todo lo escrito!!! (no me creas…) tamos en tiquicia, no me obligues a buscar un diccionariooooooooooo
Mr. Pulpo,
Por este medio deseo expresar mi mas sentido pesame por dichas palabras. Asi mismo confirmo lectura de su blog via rss a pesar de no ser participe de comentarios tan a menudo como desearia.
Sin mas por el momento. Bien portado! pk hace mucho que no me porto mal.
Sé de otros cristales no culinarios que podrían inspirar canciones como esta.
Por mas que intento no puedo leer nada en la taza de sal!!!!