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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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