She goes to God amidst the deflagration of the snow,
the blackness of Man and childhood thrown out of a window.
She is as naked in her walk as she was yesterday in the arms
of her first lover, barefoot on the cold tiles on which she danced.
She goes to God in silence and no one knows if she hop
She goes to God amidst the deflagration of the snow,
the blackness of Man and childhood thrown out of a window.
She is as naked in her walk as she was yesterday in the arms
of her first lover, barefoot on the cold tiles on which she danced.
She goes to God in silence and no one knows if she hopes and seeks a shelter, a light, a remedy, a stronger embrace, or the forgiveness of the forests in which the dead awaited her step on the leaves.
She goes to God now alone, widow of this woman drunk with memory.
She goes to God and doesn't look back.
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