the more beautiful the flower is considered to be
the strongest is the need to build a walled garden
around her.
the dearest one holds it to the heart,
the thicker the masonry
and more imposing from outside. It is engraved,
this impulse.
I wish, though, I could leave you a world
that was safe for that flower, where a wooden fence
would suffice,
because the universe would be ordered
according to precise golden rules.
But, most likely, I am just wishing for the world
that they did not bequeath me,
and as for you, I am sure you will understand your world
so much better than me.
domingo, 30 de junio de 2013
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