Franco Guerra Flores

L'Oie.


Il(Elle) vient comme orage,
dans lui un abme des bois,
en rsonnant comme trompette dans un dsespoir,
en frappant il(elle) se sent, destrtuyndoles avec trahison.
 
Dans la terre ses marches sont entendues,
qui(lequel) les sourdes d'un colosse,
qui convoite la libert,
en criant olvidos et tu souffres
dans sa marche destructive.
 
Il commence faire sombre dj, la hte(en foule) d'un miel,
en se brlant comme les arbres
en les adieux du soleil,
qui dj sans respiration
laisse son emblme obscur
en silence.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/08/2007.

 

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