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viernes, marzo 25, 2011

Haiku

1.

To talk to the clouds
Climb the hill or tallest tree.
Open wide both your hands.


2.

A cloud has no feet,
just a face and two plump hands.
And wind for a voice.


3.

What stories clouds tell!
I cannot write them down here.
They are too fragile.





3/24/11
After Eduardo Galeano's Memories of Fire (Genesis), "Juana At Four"

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