Warmth
Posted by María Luisa Bonilla Varela on
Listen to the sound of the sea dancing with the air
it is the sky, a refuge of celestial blue.
Listen to the sound of the dawn birds
poppies of breeze, a refuge of peace.
Feel the warm sand of gods on bare feet, an eternal chain of humanity.
I can see deep waves gnawing at the feet of the firm and serene earth
That advances with the tide
And appears among poplar groves.
I can
Yes
I can feel the breath again
That goes out to the warm sea
That brings conscious light
That from my ground I can
Call it warmth one more time...
Anxiety on foot