Antoni Vidal Ferrando Biography

Another winter has not vanquished your absence.
The sunset will come back and it is as if you were
still the weary silhouette
that submits to being possessed by a smile
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After I devoutly kneeled as was wont to do
Fra Angelico, before painting the serene sky
of ancient Florence, I have not found beauty.
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The letters friends write you; the egg-white
of the moon, camped so many times behind
the little curtain with angels in the library;
the balusters where pigeons come to mate
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I enter the empty cloister. The display of lights is the echo before sundown.
Now everything becomes less skin-deep. My eyes search for the fire, the
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The afternoon is in love with the place. I speak of a patio
with birdcages and drawings in chalk
that were of suns and great ships under sail.
Like a prayer, those Sundays, with lemon
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