martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Azul de la mañana

despierto con la cara bañada
del blancor de la media luna

entrando por la ventana me acaricia
la luz tenue del primer azul de la mañana

el díafano testigo celeste
del amanecer respira profundo

y los gorriones empezan su canto
entre los azahares del jardín--

––Lorena Wolfman © 2011

Night breathes in...

Night breathes in
Day breathes out
Night breathes in
and in between
Night suspends her breath
before becoming Day...


por Lorena Wolfman © 2011

viernes, 13 de mayo de 2011

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I am here. I am of here. I am of here and there. Being of here and there, I hold this. I hold being of here and there. Being of here and there I hold that. I hold this and that. I am a being of here and there. There is here and this is that.

--Lorena Wolfman © 2011

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