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I

piece I

ground or a blanket of sea. Perhaps a beam

sky or a quiet stream,

overwhelmed,
in a river of foam.

I'm so into what I am,
that dreams are lost in the warhead
the horizon,
that life escapes me
in the lives of others because others

those living me.

I

these words,
this letter that I write a verse or lost


hanging on your lips or on her lips

or his.

I, that I am:
a piece of something, a little
me a lot about you

and sailing
nothing in the silence of the soul. I am a woman

neither good nor bad,

saint or profligate sinner or redeemed

,

simply

'm being ... what I am.

Yo. Esmeralda