Yes, this is where I stood that day, Beside this sunny mound. The walls the walls are far away,And outward comes no sound. I run. If I turned back again The earth must turn with me, the mountains planted on the plain, The sky clamped to the sea. The grasses puff a little dust Where my footsteps fall. I cast a shadow as I pass The little wayside wall. The strip of grass on either hand Sparkles in the light; I only see that little space To the left and to the right, And in that space our shadows run, His shadow there and mine, The little flowers, the tiny mounds, The grasses frail and fine. Two shadows racing on the grass, Silent and so near, Until his shadow falls on mine. And I am rid of fear.
three surprises for a urban depredator remains frustrated if a woman, without a foul-spoken wife, and without the graceful woman who has everything. (A review of the trial of Paris myth) collage serie: From solstice to solstice. collage universe: Newspaper EL PAIS saturday 7-11-09 Luis Canicio 2009
The hidden corners of poet Panero on the island of Neverland. The winged monster survive wounds that are not collage serie: From solstice to solstice. collage universe: Newspaper EL PAIS saturday 7-11-09 Luis Canicio 2009
