Espinas de Sal por Gema Moraleja Paz

Need   (Translation of ‘Necesidad’, p. 13 in Espinas de sal)


When I draw near the moon

I describe its eyes

of an intimate and passive blue,

I let the ray of light pass

through the window of my soul

and am transported to a peace,

a rest, an illustration

from an inert tale

whose characters gaze out at me,

and I awake in the clear night

seeking, from need and

longing, the blue of its eyes,

the faultiness of its outline,

the perfection of its essence,

the delicacy of its pale complicity…

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