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Pablo Luis González
A bedsit.
A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.
A window.
I encountered this woods in the midst of the city.
Sanctuary
Fall of 1976
Listen
to the heartbeat of life
Susurros,
whispers of a warm spring day
enveloped my being
A robin alighting,
here and there,
welcomed to its lair,
its voice joining the chorus
of the woods...
Silence
The loneliness of afternoons
Quaker graveyard
The silence of the birds
The day was cold,
the greyness of an overcast winter afternoon.
Mud had taken over my shoes,
mud that became embedded in my consciousness.
Yet, Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.
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