Edilberto GonzalezTrejos Poems

Lights turn to ashes
nothing tangible remains
but the sign and the memory
something glorious and magnificent
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'Everything is made in silence. Like
the light inside the eye.'
JAIME SABINES
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- I was standing
on a curved
Moonlight ray,
high, far and away,
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My fingers trap
the essence
of the mustard seed,
Got inside my hand the map
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In my nomadism,
sometimes hedonist
and often stoical,
weed took over
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